It's been a long time, my friends. Some of you remember my situation so I won't rehash it. Custody is all done and done as is everything else. Although she is raising holy hell about being taken to the cleaners. Oh well, she made her bed.
But at the same time, part of me will always love her. I know, crazy right? As bad as everything that went down and continued to trickle out months after, part of me still does. I only see her at exchanges...sometimes there is a flash of her old self and we get along great, and sometimes she's from another world. I still mourn for the loss but in a much different way, now.
It's the children that I'm worried about. But I'm doing the best I can to minimize their damages and give them the best life that I possibly can. Their mom only sees them every other weekend, and only on Saturday and part of Sunday. Sigh.
There are moments in this life when you are so confident in the rightness of your actions, that not even for a second do you consider the option that you might be wrong.
