My kids came home around mid-day on Sunday so I got to spend most of Mother's Day with the two wonderful little beings who give me a reason to celebrate the day. They had an okay weekend with the ex and his skanky whore in their den of lies and sordidness. The whore isn't measuring high on my kids' radar yet, she's just a stranger who now happens to share a bedroom with their father. <GAG> They still can't remember her name. Peggy or Thomas they said. Heh heh. I will forever think of her as Peggy Thomas in my mind now.
My daughter asked a few days ago how long Daddy has had this girlfriend. I won't lie to my kids and I refuse to cover for the ex anymore, so I told them that it's been a while, a long while. I won't divulge the conversation we had but needless to say my kids aren't thrilled with their father's actions. We ended the discussion by saying that he's still their Daddy and what can you do, it is what it is. Then my daughter very sweetly laid her head on my lap, wrapped her arms around me and said, "And life goes on, right, Mommy?" Yes, honey, life goes on even when your father is an asshole.
At bedtime last night my son asked for his 'Daddy' pillow. The 'Daddy' pillows are pillowcases with the ex's photo on them. My kids got them when the ex was deployed. They slept with them every night for a year. Now I just want to use the pillowcases as rags to clean up the closest puddle of dog piss so I stuck them in the closet. I got the pillowcase out for my son. 'I miss Daddy,' he said.
It's times like this when the bitterness wells inside you. Peggy Thomas and her man whore deserve each other.
Hope your elephant-killer cramps have passed. I sometimes pray for menopause at certain times of the month. Thanks for reading and writing Jenny!
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