I was thinking about father's day and of some ideas of things to do for my husband with the kids and damn if the idea didn't pop into my head that the letter I wrote to her and her husband when I came out of MLC now has to be spoken to them IN PERSON.
And much to my dismay, the more I think about it, the more it freakin makes sense.
THIS IS A WOMAN THAT HAS TOLD ME IN FRONT OF MY KIDS to get my ass back in my car and off her property. This was during the first separation and I was picking up the kids. My husband had built this gorgeous wood dashboard for his truck and asked me to come look at it so I got out of the car and I thought his mom was going flip her wig when she walked around the side of the house and saw me standing there.
Ah crap.
I'd have felt the same way about me, if I was her.