So our differences came to a head Monday night. I can’t deal with my family anymore. Apparently I’m an adulterous whore, a shitty parent, and an all around bad person. We see things from completely opposite points of view and I’m just done with them. I can’t live like this anymore. Looks like Jack and I will be getting a place together in March and my parents will have heart attacks and be SO ashamed and embarrassed.
Yup. I’m forgetful and messy and disorganized. I procrastinate. I drink beer. I have tattoos. I’m not religious. I listen to secular music and I like to go to shows, but none of that makes me a bad person or a bad parent.
Loving someone doesn’t either. No, I’m not divorced yet. We’ve been separated almost 2 years. I’m not hiding anything from anyone and my stb-ex is supportive of my relationship. Right now, that piece of paper provides me with health insurance that I’m grateful for and it doesn’t mean anything.
I’m kind to people and I’d do damn near anything for anyone. I talk to my kids and spend time with them. I take them to the library and to museums and to the zoo. I help my kid with his homework and make sure they’re fed and bathed… I do what parents do. I love my kids. But I’m growing to despise the rest of my family. :/