Well, a year has gone by. A whole year and I am still here, still facing up to reality, still looking after the kids, still trying to reclaim myself, still having to sort things like mortgages, still having to chase him for money, still having to swallow down my anger, still curling up in a ball crying (but maybe only once a day for about a minute rather than hours of crying).
I never thought I’d get to this point. I’d still smash his face in with a brick but I am so glad to be me. I am so glad to be free from such an unequal partnership. So glad not to be dragging him behind me, so glad not be his ‘mother’. He leaves me feeling depleted. He took all my reserves. The scales were always tipped towards me doing the majority of the work, because that what I thought love was; that it was struggling and working hard to make it work, that effort balanced out the fun. Don’t get me wrong, I thought we had a good relationship in the way that we were friends who regularly had sex together, then had a laugh and went to the pub now and again do, but we happened to have children and a home together. Unfortunately he never pulled his weight in terms of finances, planning, major decision making. He made it look like he agreed with me but I know now that he secretly resented me. He did not appreciate all that I took care of. I’m not talking about chores but the actual responsibilities of life, the working together towards a future for your family, to see them through, to prepare for hard times, to make life a bit easier so everyday is not a struggle.
I hope he feels sick. I hope he regrets it all. I hope he is choking on her young “entitled millenial” cooking. I hope he is freezing his ass off in their chalet. I hope he is having to work everyday to get by. I hope he feels he could crumble at any minute.
He will never know the joy that his daughter brings me, the laughs I have with my son. His jokes and sense of humour is amazing. I love them to bits and would do anything for them. He does not know what love means. He does nothing for them except ruin their future potential, financially defraud me and them, give them emotional hurdles to cross when they are older and ask why their father wasn’t around.
I will not be friends with someone who cheats, lies, steals, abuses and disrespects me. End of. The three of us deserve more than that. More than he could ever offer. Our love we had for each other as a family was not enough for him. He turned selfish and entitled. I despise him. I hate him. Vengeance is still strong. I wish him ill. Because the pain he has caused me and the pain I know my children will carry is enough to make one crazy. He did say that “people kill over this sort of thing” and yes he’s right. We are all after you with sticks because you are a roach of a human. How his mother sleeps at night i’ll never know…
I lurch from ‘oh, he had a bad childhood and hardships’, to ‘he’s a kiniving cheated, pre-meditating bastard’. Which one is right I’ll never know but he had years of my sympathy and soft approach and I end up feeling like this because of his actions?!
I try to own my anger. I try to divert it but it should and still could be targeted at him. As ever I am bidding my time but I want to lash out whilst it’s fresh, whilst I have just cause. If I don’t deal with it and explode his new life like he exploded mine then it will haunt me for years. Expect more fireworks in the next few weeks. I am not done yet.