Well, I survived the trip to Children's Hospital and back. When I picked up my daughter we were chatty for awhile. Catching up a bit on this and that. We really aren't very comfortable around each other right now. Dental appointment went fine, stopped and grabbed a bite to eat and then headed home. She played her ipod on the way back so we listened to some tunes. I was grateful for that because I really don't know what to say. It gave me time to ponder but I forced myself to stay away from the "what if's" and the "I wish I would have's" and all the other statements I say that beat myself up.
I'm sad that not so very long ago we were comfortable together and now suddenly it's all changed. I'm really trying with intention to be glad that she's happy and not feel jealous that my ex has swooped in and saved the day...again. This is hard and is going to take a lot of work on my part. I have so much resentment towards him and anger, too. Somehow he always lands on his feet and I'm the crazy one. Other than while he was in Iraq working as a private contractor, he has worked very little for more than a few years now, somehow eking by, yet always available to do the fun stuff like dropping Taco Bell off at the school at lunchtime, going to the movies with the kids; just basically at their beck and call for fun, taking the kids to the the lake skiing right after school and being the cool dad. The guy never frickin works. When we divorced I had to work fulltime, losing a very comfortable income and job that allowed me to volunteer in the schools, go on the field trips, vacations, etc. I hate my job but I've done it dilligently day in and day out for 11 years now. I had to to survive financially. I had to keep a roof over the kids heads and feed and clothe them because he wasn't paying child support. They forgive him everything just like that. Poof! All the disappointments, tears, custody battles, the drunk driving, the fear they used to have so intensely, the pain. Just POOF!
And I'm the "bad guy." Why the hell does he always land on his feet and get to be the wonder dad? I told you I have resentments. I know they are harmful to me but I just don't know how to let them go. I feel so much loss. It just hurts so bad. I feel like such a whiner but I don't know how to get over it. Sometimes I think I wasn't cut out to be a mom. Last night, for the first time in a long time, I thought about just leaving. Having my own POOF! Just going away and saying eff off this crap. Let them all live happily ever after.
I'm going to go plant some pansies.
Kathy
