Before anyone slams me, yes, I know that the below was going to happen--not unexpected. And no, I am not flying into a fit of rage, or even deeply disappointed.
I just got off the phone with the kids today. I knew they were going to a party, and asked if she had fun. She was blowing me off a bit, but I chalked it up to the tv being on. Got on with S, and I asked if there were any other kids there his age, at least. He said no, not at the party, but CW and her kids came by later--don't get mad at dad, mom. (The kids know that I really don't like her, and haven't pushed to find out the why behind it, but they aren't stupid, either).
Blech. I think that is the best word to describe it. Looks like she will be part of their lives sooner rather than later. So much for him getting the advice of the kids' counselor before doing anything. (I can hear his rationalizations now--"they came over as friends, like we had always done in the past-I didn't introduce the new R to the kids, yet!)
Whatever. I bet my kids will actually find a way to accept the situation quicker than I would think they could; they have been amazing at how well they have coped so far as it is. I'm the one with the problem with it, and as a grown-up, I'll just have to learn to live with it.
I still hate her, but will try to let that go, too. It doesn't affect her life at all if I hate her, but brings me to a more negative place.
Man, I bet he is celebrating. Saving $150/week, able to have his Brady Bunch life with the CW, her kids and our kids all together.
Blech. I now why they call it bitterness--leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
