I used to pull up to my ex's driveway and see OW's car in it when I dropped of my D. My heart would race, my blood would boil..... It was the worst reaction. On mY D's 2nd bday, it was his turn and I got up after working a nightshift, decided to do to a store to buy a bunch of balloons for her and I happened to walk past Chuck E. Cheese, to see my D, the ex, OW and some other people sitting in there. I watched from the outside of a window as my daughter's birthday was being celebrated with that homewrecker. I was the one who gave birth 2 years prior and this made me go beserk.
Moral of the story. It doesn't happen anymore. I am numb to it. It really is a truth, time does heal. Or put some lidocaine on it:) I sit next to them at D's events. I ay hi when they pull up to pick her up.
Does it mean I condone what she did? Nope. I just got numb to everything so I can act in my D's best interest.
And no, your life is not permanently crippled. Permanaently changed, perhaps, but not crippled.
