Five years ago I was in the early stages of labour. Tonight I'm alone and feeling bereft. Thanks to my selfish arrogant entitled XH, who got bored of responsibility and of me, I will get to spend a mere hour of my darling 5 year old's birthday with her. And that will be a hideously uncomfortable charade of a 'happy families' meal out. I can't stand the sight of my XH,and have only the most minimal contact with him at handovers. And I'm going to have to 'make nice' for the sake of the DC and I HATE it.
I know I should get over myself, it is just a day (although they are spending a full week with him) and as her parent he is entitled to spend time with her. But she is my baby, and it is just unnatural and wrong for me not to be with her. We split up a year ago, but I just can't get used to being without them, and dread the years of birthdays and Christmases that can never be the simple happy family celebrations that they ought to be. I would never have imagined or chosen this for my children.