Just wanted to write about pick up last weekend cause it is still gnawing at me
Picked up girls last Sunday from h new apartment with his girlfriend. Guess what she was down stairs. I tried to smile and be normal but my eyes were like daggers at her.
It's kind of bull that he brought her downstairs without giving me a heads up. I do want to improve my relationship with them but she contributed to the breakup of my marriage. She contributed to my kids having to shuttle back and forth between two homes. Seriously I hate her.
Both of the acting like I was somehow super b!tchy because I couldn't look at her without giving her the evil eye was such a mind f#ck.
Why am I portrayed to be the crazy b
It hurts my feelings.
If I were crazy I would act all real housewife on them but instead I tried to hide it but my eyes couldn't. It hurt so much to see that little hooker and for her to act like she did nothing wrong.
All my recovery and the pealing of my shell had made me accept that I am a sensitive person. Communication is 90% nonverbal and I am very sensitive to that
---- M 39 H 35 D5,D4 M 4 T 9 ILYBNILWY 5/18/11 Left 7/11/11 Divorced 12/1/13
