I know it's been a while since I last posted. For me it means that things are going well and I no longer have the need to come out to vent.
What seems at times like a rain shower, ends up being a tropical storm in this house. I'm fed up, sick of it and ready to throw in the towel. The problems is that I can't...
I know how it sounds, but seriously, this is what I have been wanting for a really long time.
Yes, it is time that I grow up. There has to be AT LEAST one grown up in this whole situation, right? My husband isn't it and the BM is most definitely not.
I can't seem to be able to explain disengagement to DH. He thinks that me being completely disconnected from his childrens' lives is just absurd.
It irritates me a bit. No way to get rid of it?
So, I have two choices. I can give up and run away, move back to Colombia and never look back or I can forgive and forget and start with a clean sleight all over again and move on.
A lot of you have read my story before. About six months ago SS9 said at school that I had hit him and child services came upon us. It wasn't true, but that didn't keep anyone from hating me.