Ya' Know, Dday, that's where my ex is different from yours, surely. Since the bomb, my xW has always, always been hostile towards me -- only the degree of her animosity varies. Sometimes she's even toned, condescending bt not overtly nasty. More often she treats me as if I were Quasimodo. Once in a blue moon she'll try to smooth talk me like she used to, and make it sound like she's a normal caring person who will sacrifice her own interests to do what's best for our children, even if it means playing nice with me. But I have come to recognize the mask she's wearing for what it is -- and now she knows it. So less and less does she even bother to try to sway me -- it ain't gonna' happen.
But it does seem that sometimes she attempts to put on aires with me as if to try to convince me she is still the type of mother who would really put her own interests aside for or secondary to her children's best interests. And I don't know why she bothers, because her actions, the fruit she bears, tells me otherwise.
For a very long time I did hold out hope that somewhere inside her was something of the person I had fallen in love with, married and had expected to live out the rest of my days with. But the last two, almost two and a half, years have beaten into my head the truth that that woman is no more, if she ever existed at all. Perhaps she was a fabrication all along.
