I'm done. I've done the therapy, I've done the acceptance, I've worked on myself and my career to look me and the kids. Ive even got a lovely man. I've got us back on our feet after being left by exh for ow and a whole trunk of lies and hideousness that could warrant a netflix series.
But by jeszzz I am done biting my tongue when the kids tell me, and this is weekly, about daddy's new car, new extension, new job, the ow new thus and that even...he's the actual devil incarnate and deserves nothing.
It's so lovely to have the headspace and I go days without a second thought to him now but its tough having it dished to you from your lovely children and you have to keep frankly saintly about it.
So hard!!! He pays us the bare minimum and I work my butt off and do pretty much all the childcare so it galling.
Can I ask your tongue biting techniques because I'm ashamed to say sometimes, not often, my happy for daddy mask slips.