The conversation came up with S8 when I picked him and his little brother up from the evil MIL's apartment, in the same complex as xW's. We noticed that the OM was sitting in his pickup parked in front of xW's apartment, with two kayaks in the back of the truck. The fracktard was obviously waiting xW to get home from work.
What a pair of pathetic works they are.
So that's how the convo with S8 got started. He too saw the bastard and began singing the praises for that scum's supposed fishing prowess. My son singing the OM's praises!
I hurt so bad right now. I feel so betrayed and wounded. I want to heal and move onward from this. To get past all this pain and to resume my own growth. But the wounds keep being reopened with each new revelation. Lord, please show me the balm of Gilead and let me heal my soul, for my sake and for my sons.
