I have never been the type of person who willingly threatens physical violence when upset, but lately I have just really been wanting to kick the shit out of my husband's ex-wife. She is truly truly crazy, and her craziness is making me crazy. She has made several attempts to ruin my relationship with my husband, and everytime she does, she just reinforces my belief that she should not be a parent, and that her death would make me ecstatic. She accuses my husband of cheating on me with her, she comes to my house and tries to act friendly and then she goes all nuts telling me that my marriage is over, then when I try to work things to better it for all of us, she goes nuts on the phone, and accuses me of harrassment.
I wish I could send her this letter
Dear Holly-
It is not harrassment when I call you to schedule a time to meet to give money to you for child support, but it is harrassment when you call my cell phone repeatedly blocking your number, wanting to speak to me. It is not harrassment for me to request that you call me instead of the husband in order to discuss a proper payment plan for bills, but it is harrassment to ring my doorbell thirty times in order for me to let you into my home. Also, no- I am not a part of your life, but I am a part of your sons' life. You might want to check yourself. I have been nothing but polite and civil to you. I have never threatened you. I have never demeaned you in anyway in front of your child, and you should be happy about that. I act like a grownup- you act younger than your toddler. So what? I took your toy away, its been over a year- GET OVER IT. You really don't want to get me mad. I have more connections in this state in higher places that you will never know about. I can get custody taken away from you in the blink of an eye. I don't want to. I would rather just live in some kind of harmonious civility. But, Holly, I will. I can make your life hell, and if you keep pushing it- I will.
Alas- I cannot. I am too devoted to my stepson and my husband to call her out. I am sure that if I did, she would just take us back to court and it would be neverending, and I can't have that happen to C. I lived my life with my parents bickering, and I hope that she gets the picture before she ruins his childhood.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
A Little Divine Retribution
So it has been a good while since I last posted on my blog, but I am itching to get back to a normal posting schedule, especially since I don't get to talk to a lot of my friends that live outside the area. Anyhow- I am typing this painfully slowly as my right hand is swollen and covered in Band-aids. Why? You may ask, and I will tell you.
Last night, I made the mistake of going around the house, checking on the girls, and making sure the house was ready for bed... You know- lights out, air on, little buggies covered with their soft blankets, etc. I saw Brandon's phone on the table next to the couch, and I grabbed it. It is sort-of his backup alarm for the morning, and I wanted him to know where it was. So as I was walking back into our room, he made the gesture to toss the phone to him, I did. It landed on his special manly place, and hurt him really bad. Now- it was a TOTAL accident, and I was very very sorry that it happened. I can't throw worth a damn, and even if I had tried to hit him there, I couldn't make it. But- after he doubled over in pain, I laughed. I laughed hard, I almost cried. I knew he was hurt, and I was telling him how sorry I was, but it was just funny to see him with his face in the pillow. At first I thought it didn't hit him there, and he was just acting, but nope. Bullseye.
So that brings us to today. I'm a believer in karma. Not the whole truly spiritual Tibetan monk karma, just the you hurt someone yesterday, you will hurt today kind. So- as I was walking out of the daycare this morning, I nearly got to my car and realized that the keys to the car where back in my Cici's classroom. So I turned around and tried to jog back in. Well- I was stepping (hopping) over some sand and gravel that collects near the curb and caught my foot on the concrete step, thus tumbling ass over teakettle this morning. And, of course, my best friends husband saw the whole thing, plus two or three other parents. So- my right hand is all scraped up, as is my right shoulder and left knee, plus I think I might have broken one or more tiny bones in my hand. Divine retribution, betches!
Now I am debating on whether to take my wimpy self to the Primed to get an x-ray done, or simply tough it out and have my OB/GYN look at it tomorrow and have him tell me if I should go somewhere and get it looked at. Yes, I said my gyno. He is my favorite dr., and he will steer me in the right direction. Anyway, that's it for this morning. Maybe I'll get hit by a car this afternoon, and then for real need to do some good deeds to get out of my negative karma state.
Last night, I made the mistake of going around the house, checking on the girls, and making sure the house was ready for bed... You know- lights out, air on, little buggies covered with their soft blankets, etc. I saw Brandon's phone on the table next to the couch, and I grabbed it. It is sort-of his backup alarm for the morning, and I wanted him to know where it was. So as I was walking back into our room, he made the gesture to toss the phone to him, I did. It landed on his special manly place, and hurt him really bad. Now- it was a TOTAL accident, and I was very very sorry that it happened. I can't throw worth a damn, and even if I had tried to hit him there, I couldn't make it. But- after he doubled over in pain, I laughed. I laughed hard, I almost cried. I knew he was hurt, and I was telling him how sorry I was, but it was just funny to see him with his face in the pillow. At first I thought it didn't hit him there, and he was just acting, but nope. Bullseye.
So that brings us to today. I'm a believer in karma. Not the whole truly spiritual Tibetan monk karma, just the you hurt someone yesterday, you will hurt today kind. So- as I was walking out of the daycare this morning, I nearly got to my car and realized that the keys to the car where back in my Cici's classroom. So I turned around and tried to jog back in. Well- I was stepping (hopping) over some sand and gravel that collects near the curb and caught my foot on the concrete step, thus tumbling ass over teakettle this morning. And, of course, my best friends husband saw the whole thing, plus two or three other parents. So- my right hand is all scraped up, as is my right shoulder and left knee, plus I think I might have broken one or more tiny bones in my hand. Divine retribution, betches!
Now I am debating on whether to take my wimpy self to the Primed to get an x-ray done, or simply tough it out and have my OB/GYN look at it tomorrow and have him tell me if I should go somewhere and get it looked at. Yes, I said my gyno. He is my favorite dr., and he will steer me in the right direction. Anyway, that's it for this morning. Maybe I'll get hit by a car this afternoon, and then for real need to do some good deeds to get out of my negative karma state.
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