hejira92
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Joined: 10/27/2005 From: Palm Beach County, Fl Status: offline
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Oh Sweetie, I so know how you feel. Last sept. would have been my 20th anniversary, if he had lived. He left me in debt, brought a crazy-ass girlfriend into the lives of my kids (who told them lies and poisoned them against me), had a new baby with her while we were still married, bounced checks to everyone (including the kids' school and our divorce mediator), let my car be repossessed and lied to me about it and then got mad at me when I finally paid for the divorce to be finalized by myself just so it could be over. He never paid a dime of child support, then took off out of state and left me with two children who had been taught for two years that I was a bad and neglectful mother (and that their older brother- who refused to see the father or the crazy girlfriend- was not really their father's child.) And then he died of a brain tumor 11 months later. And through it all, I could hardly muster up enough caring to be angry (over my kids, yes. At him- he wasn't worth the energy). It's been almost 2 years now since he took off and, with Master's help, my younger kids are healing (it was only 3 months ago that the youngest told me she loves me- spontaneously). But, when the divorce finally happened, I never felt elated or celebratory, just relieved. By then I was so ready to not deal with the attorneys and court dates any more. My life was already so much better- as is yours. I was already living past it, no need to give it any more energy that could be spent on my future. The weird thing is, now that he's passed, I think of good things about him- the potential he had as a young man, his intellect and sense of humor. I wonder how I can mourn someone who hurt me so, but, hey, I mourn my father, don't I? And forgiving him helps me with the kids- I don't want them to be too scarred by the death of their dad- or be afraid to talk about him or think well of him in front of me. He was a dick to me, but he loved them as best he could. I think I've gone off topic here...... The hardest part was to forgive myself in everything. I choose to marry him, and stay with him, and ignore the red flags. The hardest work was already done by the time the divorce was final. It was totally anti-climactic. If you think you shoudl celebrate- celebrate your strength, your new relationship, the lessons learned and the journey (with all its twists, turns, hurts and triumphs) that leads us to where we are now- finally, the right place.
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