The morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball.

[wishing, hoping]

You know, Heather, I have my moments, but I am fine. J is asking me to be nicer because OW and her folks are giving him money. She's not happy, he's worried his money tree might wither and die. And honestly I don't care. I don't have to be "nicer" and I don't have to "like" her and I said my peace to J. He is trying to butter his bread on both sides like I said. This man is crazy. He's a real POS. I am coming to accept that fact, but that doesn't mean I have to accept his crazy in my life.

And it's not in my face constantly. I won't allow it. She wants to go to kids' functions, fine. I can't stop her I guess. But that doesn't mean I have to associate with her and if she and J want to think I am the evil devil woman then fine. I don't care. I can wear that badge with pride.

According to J he is telling OW to be nicer to me. I don't care. Let her be a b*tch to me then it's hats off, folks. She thinks I purposely aggravate her? HA! I have not yet begun to aggravate her. I told J I am never around her, so how could I possibly aggravate her? If she doesn't like it then she can leave. I was here first. LOL.

Reality is settling in for J and it's not pretty. My kids see through this act and things are getting ugly. J wants me to smooth things over with the kids and I am not doing it. Not. Doing. It.

He made his rumpled bed, now he can sleep in it. If he can get OW to move over.

WH