I had a one weak moment in more than 6 months with Smokey. That's ok. I need to let it go. Compared with the volumes I used to text him...well, I lost it for a day or two and yearned for the man I used to know. It's ok. I'm trusting God on this one.
The letters from Smokey's atty arrived just yesterday. A clear effort to ruin our Thanksgiving by Smokey and his atty.
I have one A$$hole of dad...he loves me, but even his best friends don't accuse him of being a warm, fuzzy. I had stepdad who abused the shid outta me and my mom and my siblings. I had nearly 3 decades with Smokey who loved emotional, underhanded, passive-aggressive abuse. I also had the world's most evil in-laws.
This is nothing I can't handle. In fact, so far, they are behaving exactly as I anticipated and it could, actually, be worse.
Little Heather has now climbed to the edge of Niagara Falls and considering a jump. I'm talking her down. God is on my side and so is the truth.
Anyone who can handle being a grad assistant AND pregnant with my first baby AND a MIA husband who didn't want the baby AND still get straight A's...well, I'm glad I'm not Smokey or his atty. I kicked Smokey out when I was 6 months pregnant. He was smoking dope like a dope-smoking chimney at the time.
I'm tougher than I seem.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
