I'm not going to let them break me. I walked out of the house with my head held high and looked her straight in the face.
Sorry OW, I'm not the monster that you've made me out to be. I'm just like any other woman, wife and mother. So, I hope you got a good look. I didn't act a fool or say anything nasty to you, even though I sure as hell could have said plenty. I have integrity... something you lack.
Burn everything love then burn the ashes.
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you. ~ Alfred Adler
Letting go of the outcome is about the most empowering thing you can do for yourself. ~ LosferWords
[This message edited by homewrecked2011 at 6:57 PM, September 11th (Wednesday)]
Mine did this once. I didn't know it though until the kids came in. At first, I felt the blood start to boil. After a minute though, I thought, "take a good look around, whore. Take a look and see what he left for half the life he has with you. Soak it in and realize what you will never have.". Stupid bitch.
But yes, let your ex "flaunt" his "prize," and then have yourself a good laugh.
Now they are married she doesn't come nearly as often. She must trust him more now they are married
Keep holding your head up high that is all you can do.
Best thing I gained in my divorce - my freedom.
I have been told that she is their parent also and will be as involved as him in their lives.
S'fun. I just keep my boundaries up, and never acknowledge her existence. I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that they see nothing wrong with this (in fact, I am lectured on a regular basis about refusing to respond to her e-mails, or coparent with her), but I try to remember that someone who could have an affair with his wife's best friend/her best friend's husband is disordered to begin with.
Good for you for taking the high road. Remember that no matter how they act, you are the one with class and integrity.
The last time I went to pick Teslet up, she invited me into the house because she was having trouble getting Teslet out the door.
I politely declined that invitation and told Teslet he had the count of three to get himself to the door. There stood stripper whore, mouth agape as she watched Teslet high-tail it to the door. She followed us outside as I made him sit down and put his sandals on. I think she was mentally trying to take notes on how to parent.