Oy!

Pardon my absence...I was busy removing the knife from my back.

MIL and Jackie were both there together with the kids, in Boston, at M's apartment...how cozy and loverly. Friggin in-laws! Mitch has always been their Golden boy--guess everything he does is pure genius and beauty. I hate it. He is rewarded OVER and OVER for leaving me. His life is so splendid and fabulous--a "dream come true" he tells people. And the fact is, it really is.

Yes, he will lose the trust and affection of his children eventually, I suppose, but he doesn't really care, so it doesn't make a whole lot of difference to him. I can say his priorities are screwed, but what diff. does it make? His priorities are his own and he enjoys how they organize his life.

I know, I know, I shouldn't care. But I do. The MIL was my last attachment to that family, the one who stayed in touch and told me "if I ever meet 'that woman' she better watch out" and I have been betrayed by her now twice in this whole business and I wash my hands of the lot of them. F*ckers!

So the kids are back with me after my 2 millisecond break from them and I feel overwhelmed and tired of being the only real parent of four children. Of course Mitch waited until 2 hours before he put the kids back on the plane to tell them he was moving to Maryland. Can you say coward? I knew he would do it that way--he's predictable in his weeniness. So of course they will have to process the whole thing with me and frankly I am done mustering excuses for him. He's an asswipe, "But daddy loves you very much...." blah blah blah.

Not only did they come back depressed, but with strep throat as well. Okay, today I hate him. Yes I do.

My karate boy is coming again in a week...I'm gonna cook Paella for him. My mom's watching the kids for me--thank GOD for my mother! Lissie--tell me how you do Paella--I know getting the crusty bottom is important and I need tips. My best friend's boy will be here too so we're double dating. I'll be making cosmopolitans for cocktail hour.

Nice distractions for sure, but not a cure, I'll have to so something else to get my head pure.

Love to all us brave souls!
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