Ugh, the joys of living in a small community.

My daughter is entering the same high school as DH's son, who is a senior this year. BM has pretty much burned her volunteer bridges through-out her kid's school careers, while I have served as PTA president, carnival coordinator, etc ad nauseam in the same school system since mine started kindergarten.

Despite taking no interest in SS's high school career/extracurricular activities to date, she managed to become the Grad Night Chair for this next school year. That means I'll have to endure her smug ass at future parent club meetings, all while watching her tank the event, because so many other parents have had negative experiences with her over the past eleven years.

It is ironic DH and I even ended up together, I knew of her (but not him) when they were still married because (small community) a group of involved parents cajoled me into serving as the school carnival (a 100k annual fundraiser) coordinator because they wanted to block her from doing it, as the other parents who ran it threatened to quit if she were in charge. I avoided her through out those years because she is the kind to take offense quickly and go ballistic on social media on whichever poor soul crossed her for whatever reason.

When DH reached out to me for a date after she dumped him, I turned him down because I didn't realize he had been booted, and thought he was a dog. I found out he had been the one booted cause she had a few other people's husbands more important to her than her own. He asked me out again about six months later, I agreed to meet for coffee cause I felt bad thinking he was the schmuck all that time. We hit it off, and despite myself, fell in love.

She of course went ballistic when he finally told her we were dating (they were separated, living apart, in divorce mediation, and she was actively and publicly dating the guy she left DH for). Fast forward two and a half years, she and I do not speak, but she continues to try to bully me into interacting with her because she feels I owe it to her as a co-parent of her children (newsflash, they are not my children to parent).

And now, I get to see her hateful ass in PTA meetings. Sorry to ramble, I am just having a pity party about falling in love with a wonderful that has the absolute worst ex ever.