The Flames are Still Rising....

[blindsided1]

Hey everyone. It's been a mess of a couple days, meaning: I've been a hot mess. I haven't spoken to my H since he dropped K off on Sunday, other than the stupid text he sent about "Dane" on his way out. I've been okay. I don't want to have anything to do with my H right now. I feel a lot of anger and hatred. It makes me sad to feel this way. Especially, since I have worked so hard over the last year to just be okay with him. So, H sends me a text last night "I'll take K on Sunday 11am". I didn't respond. I just figured I would respond today. About 1/2 hour later, my BIL calls (he NEVER calls). He says that he was thinking about me and wanted to see how I was doing. I think MIL put him up to it. But, that's okay. We talked a little. I asked him how the baby was. He said "Can I tell you something? I have doubts that this baby is his." I asked why. He said that the baby has a full head of black hair, doesn't look like anyone on their side and when he held him, he didn't feel anything towards him". That would be a kick in the pants, wouldn't it? But, I'm sure it IS his. BIL also told me that he is moving in with H and OW. He can't afford his apartment, so he is going to rent a room from them. How nice. So, needless to say, yesterday wasn't too great. H didn't take K today, he went golfing with his Dad and Brother instead. What a guy! MIL felt the need to tell me that he was up 3 times with the baby last night. I had to do it alone. I hate this. I really hate this. I'm sorry. It is really very painful to watch him acting like a family with her and her kids and their new baby...knowing how he threw our family away, our M and he treated me so horribly during the last year and a half. But, according to him, his life has been nearly perfect for the last year and a half. I hate him.