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The Hardest Part of My Marriage

The hardest part of my marriage is our ex-wife.

I say "our" because we both have to deal with her.

Let me first say that I will always respect her and be grateful to her for bringing three wonderful boys into this world.

That said, there are times when I resent her.

I resent her every time the boys leave.

I resent her every time she refuses to communicate with me even though it would make everyone's lives easier if she did.

I resent her every time she sends the boys to visit in ratty clothes and I have to wonder if it is because that's all they have or because she's hoping we'll send them home in nicer clothes.

I resent her when I look at the cost of IVF because she's the reason Nathan had a vasectomy.

And there are times when I hate her.

I hate her every time she leaves out our oldest child, her oldest child.

I hate her every time she gets under Nathan's skin because of how she treats our oldest child.

I hate her every time I hate her because I hate that I hate her.

There are also times I love her.

I love her when I look at Nathan and remember that he's mine and she let him go.

I love her when Devon calls me Mom, because she's half the reason I am a mom (I also gloat a little).
In a perfect world, we could all sit down and share a meal while discussing the boys' needs.

She is the hardest part of my marriage and we've never officially met.



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