morning everyone - thanks for stopping by :)
I don't feel like I'm doing too amazing today tbh. I think the adrenaline of sorting out the 'official' contact plans this weekend has worn off and now I've had time to think about some of the things he asked for... it's doing my head in.
He expects me to meet the OW and for them to both take out my babies, starting in September. I know that's a long way off but I can't stop playing possible conversations in my head :( I need a strategy to try and forget about it for now. I mean, who knows if they will even make it that far? But even so. I don't know how to stop the anxiety building right now. It's just another pressure valve on my hurt - I can feel it building up, and I don't know when it will burst.
The funny thing is, I couldn't give a damn about her 'relationship' with my husband. They clearly think it's all legitimate now I've moved away with the kids, but no-one has even filed for divorce yet so it's just adultery, plain and simple. I can't imagine sitting down with her to talk about my babies - my precious babies FFS - as if she is a great person who will be a lovely step mum for them. Even the prospect of it makes me sick and weak in my stomach. This selfish, heartless, deceitful and frankly downright skanky woman who would fuck my husband in my own bed, in the full knowledge i was pregnant, wants to meet me and talk about looking after my children. When the youngest is EIGHT WEEKS OLD.
I just can't begin to fathom how I let this one go, for the next 5 months. I know I have bigger fish to fry but honestly. What kind of people are they? Him for stipulating that I must do this in September, and her for thinking she has a right to? who did I marry? What the actual fuck?
Also, I fell over walking down a steep hill to church this morning and nearly let go of DS in his buggy. I didn't, but I tipped him over backwards, ripped my brand new maternity jeans, cut my knee and my pelvis is screaming at me for it. Talk about feeling like a scummy mummy.
:( Keep trying to remind myself that even if (and I do know it's an IF) the two of them decide to play happy families, it's only a day and a half a week. Six days out of a month. I have my babies with me every night, and 24/5 days a month without them. But still :( it fucking hurts.