Less pain is still pain


As I enter the 7th week of no contact, I find myself feeling less anxious, less angry about being discarded so abruptly and with so much disrespect.
I still have zero interest in seeing him. Don't want to hear his voice. I'm good. I've had to ask our kids to take conversations with him to another room when he calls cause it makes me sick that they don't see how he is using them. You can't convince me that he suddenly cares about his kids. So like I told my daughter, "you're an adult and can make your own mistakes". I've made plenty of my own. They watched each and every one of them unfold. I get that they want to believe in him, for themselves. I once did too. I did all the protecting I could do over the years and as a Mama, I will be there for them when he disappoints. 
And he will. 

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