The Text I Can’t Send
Been a minute... same drama different year. The difference this time is I am done playing the games. I wrote this up with every intention of sending it to BM. DH had requested that I don't. Lol. feel free to share your unsent texts.
Thank you for calling to complain about me to my husband for the thousandth time. You didn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know. I don’t lie or hide things from those that I love. I don’t need to. But if it helps you maintain your self delusion of being in the right in all circumstances or free of blame for anytime someone finally has enough of your middle school bullshit, please feel free to do what you need. He will no longer be going to special meetups with you so you can do it in front of SD13 though. So maybe find a new plan.
By having you do what you always do when you are afraid to own your own poor behavior, you have just validated my need to finally say enough is enough. I told you to stay away from the arena on my weekends there because I’m tired of your inevitable mood swings. No matter how nice, how helpful, how distant, how kind, or honestly just act like myself, you find some reason to act out, cause a scene, or try to bully me like a middle schooler would just to make yourself feel better. Sadly for you, I’m done playing. I refuse to go through this cycle with you ever again. I don’t deserve it. Your bitter and hateful heart will forever prevent you from being happy. And that’s not my problem.
I told you to stay away for my sake. Not yours. It’s hard for SD13 to enjoy her lessons when her mother is obviously playing games that even she is too old to play. I refuse to be your target. I’m all done. So from here on out, you won’t hear from me or see me at drop offs or pick ups. Which means you might actually have to do some of them.
This has been your choice. You have chosen to treat me poorly and refused to acknowledge me as a massive part of SD13's life because of your own insecurities. Not because of anything I have done. And while that saddens me for Sd13 I’ve realized that it’s far worse for me to continue to be a bigger person towards someone who openly hates me and has no problem telling anyone who will listen that nothing is their fault.
I’m tired of your drama. I’m tired of biting my tongue. You may continue to be this hateful jealous shell of a person that can never be honest with themselves, I however will no longer be a victim of your own self loathing.
In closing, I’m done. I’m reblocking your number after this is delivered and if you have anything to say, save it. We’re all tired of listening. Good luck with learning to be a decent person, it’s going to take some serious work.
(that b!tch you love to hate)