Remember the old commercial for Tootsie Pops? How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? I feel like I’m living that with Donkey. How many times to I have to ask the same question before I get an answer? The world may never know.
Kicking the Hornet’s Nest
Considering his propensity to make decisions without me, I thought it wise to ask questions. Seems that was not wise. I didn’t even realize I was kicking a hornet’s nest. Though once I did, I kicked some more. I had to ask twice before I even got an answer, though it was hardly an answer. He’s […]
He Spits in My Face
He just likes to show his ass. But then, he is Donkey. Just the other day I posted my woes over him making yet another decision impacting the kids with no regard to co-parenting. He wasn’t finished with me. It’s been a while since I’ve posted one of his email rants. Partly because he switched […]
Three Years In and Nothing’s Changed
But it doesn’t matter. I might as well be talking to air.
I was not at all surprised, but I still felt the hurt. It is his habit to try to destroy Mother’s Day for me, and it has become my practice not to let him. It isn’t easy. Every single Mother’s Day since that first one when I was pregnant with my oldest, he has deliberately […]
12 months later
Not writing for a year has done nothing to improve relations or communications between me and Donkey. I’m not surprised. I could have told you that, but now I have 12 months of rancid texts and emails to back me up. Gotta love evidence. I didn’t set out to take such a long break, and […]
They do not live with me
The guilt is the worst. A momentary thought of joining the rest of the softball team for pizza and beer after the game turns into guilt. Noticing a man at the pool and thinking next weekend turns into guilt. Wondering if rock climbing still happens on Thursdays turns into guilt. Remembering the days of watching […]
A black eye
It’s how the timing works. Right? Kids get hurt right before they shouldn’t, like picture day, meet the teacher day, going to see Mommy day…. No cut the bottom of his foot running away from the shoes he was told to keep on, put back on, and get back here now! 3 days before I turned […]