So I've been maintaining my contact and conversations with the kids as best I can. It's been frustrating. My MIL called to speak with the kids, felt the need to tell me I should move on, W said we bring out the worst in each other. I'm not going to lie, it was tough to hear.
The reality of what my W thinks right now. Kinda too bad. I'm going out tonight, sure I'll be in a happier place. I hope so. Pick myself up and carry on. It's what I do.
