Thursday, June 14, 2012

My Inner Twelve Year Old

My inner twelver year old has escaped and I can't seem to lock her back up.  She keeps running her mouth and coming up with snippy things to say.  It's fun, I have to admit. 

It all started two days ago when my husband got a Facebook message from his ex-wife, asking for $5000.  Let me just say, this woman is not my favorite person.  You might think I'm the jealous type or something, but I'm really good friends with his ex-girlfriend.  It's this woman.  She's not normal.  Not normal for an ex-wife, you ask? No, not normal for a human

I've been married to Peter for almost 17 years, and the first ten of those I spent chanting "Let them turn 18, let them turn 18".  Then I realized the nightmare would continue, so it became "Help me survive until their 21."  Then her threats and harrassment would end, please God. Right? 


Now the "kids" are 23 and 24, and after a couple of years of relative silence he got this request for the paltry amount of $5000.  Well, shoot.  I have that in my back pocket.  But it won't be going into yours.

Sixteen years of keeping my mouth shut (well....I tried) sort of came out with maybe a tiny touch of sarcasm.  I responded to ex with a sweet little note (well... I tried) and "PS - it's a no".  Her response to that led me to believe she was less than pleased with me.  I guess we're not going to be bffs.  I'm heartbroken. She said I broke up their family and the kids think their dad hates them.

I'm not admitting anything here, but maybe I said that my kids know their dad loves them, so one of us did our job as a mother.  And I thought it was me.  I also hypothetically thanked her for the entertainment.

She said I couldn't further God's Kingdom because I had a small mind (at least I think that's what she said - her spelling and grammar were so bad I couldn't quite tell) and she called me petty.  Moi?  I was shocked, just shocked.  And hurt beyond words to express myself.  Well, no.

I told her since the kids were grown now, maybe she could leave my husband alone, since she was starting to look desperate. 

Then she said she paid for her kids' education instead of making them get scholarships, like I did mine.  Uhhhh...? 

I'll quote this one for you:  I'm not sure of your point regarding my children's education? (Petty much?) You're jealous because they're smart enough to get scholarships? You poor thing. Bless your heart.

So she started bothering Peter on his page, telling him to make me leave her alone.  He told her to kiss off, so now she's on my page again, threatening to tell Peter about what I'm saying to her.  Honey, he's seen every word, as have at least ten of my nearest and dearest.  It's saved in a word document and I'm trying to find a way to add it in my next book.  If it wouldn't upset Peter, I'd post ever single word on this blog, but he doesn't want to drag his kids in it. 

He may be the bigger person, but I don't have to be. 

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