Something happened last night.
Last night I was cleaning out my clothes closet and found a old journal from almost 10 years ago. I thought I had thrown out all of my old journals but there it was. So I sat down on the bed and started reading. Within 5 minutes I started crying. Everything I wrote about was when I met my now husband. My fears about his children. His family being so judgemental. My concerns about getting to involved with this man. I wrote about our date we had and how great it was. (something I had forgot about). And that I was falling in love with this man even though it looked like the odds were against me.
So this morning I feel like that journal was my prediction on about my life in the future. Guess what everything I wrote about his children and his brothers, sisters and mother came true. EVERYTHING!
I kind of feel like I was sold a bunch of bad goods in a way. My DH was so good at telling me all the right things. That the kids were just adjusting to him being divorced. That his Mom and brothers and sisters only wanted him to be happy and would take me into the family with open arms. Guess what none of this happened. His kids must still be adjusting because they are the most spoiled and entitled grown adults I have ever seen. And the other family members are still the most judgemental aholes I have ever seen. I feel sick today about this. I know this feeling will pass but wow was I right about everything.