This is my introductory article on DivorcedMoms.com and if you are easily offended, good we will become fast friends. Maybe….
First, let’s lay the necessary groundwork. I am using the vastness of the Internet to hide behind. All names will be fictional, but what will be written will be the cold, hard truth.
Me – I cannot think of a name for me at the moment so for now I will call myself The Wifey. So blah, yes, I agree. I’m working with limited brainpower – midst of divorce and all so give me a little slack.
Him – I will call him Pap, no, not like pap smear, but I do like the fact that it can go either way. PAP = Passive Aggressive Personality = him….enough said.
Child – Kiddo, name given during womb time and works here. Kiddo is days away from the big 2.
Her – Skank, Self-explanatory. The married with 2 young children co-worker, 12 years his junior.
Week of April 15th 2012 (which also happens to be one of our wedding anniversaries) – Pap wants to talk. Pap never wants to talk. Pap discusses the big D word. I would love to say he was referring to his anatomy, but sadly he was not. Now, his version is that he never brought up divorce during that awesome chat. I call BS, but you will see the BS level from this dude is always high.
May 2012 – BS radar is working in full effect and beeping constantly. The private detective trait that all women have innately is working over time. Cell phone text message search. It was rather hard cause Pap kept that sucker close, but not yet password protected – idiot. I suspected Skank was the one getting all the cell phone attention, but needed to see it with my own four eyes (yep, glasses).
September 2012 – Pap moves out. WTF!! Our son is only 10 months old and this asswipe leaves his family. This is really when I started to go crazier. I admit, I already had a touch of crazy. I also think this is around the time Pap and Skank consummated their horrid lurid affair. Pap told me later, he was in love with Skank by this time. Ass to the hole!!!
October 2012 – July 2013 – Mission: make The Wifey lose her freaking mind time. Utter freaking hell. Imagine a seriously bad soap opera on Telemundo. Marriage counseling – Sabotaged, Lies – Galore, passive aggressiveness – Daily, smoking – Yes, weight – Plummeted, brain cells – None, sex – what? Okay, once and sucked is giving it too much credit, culminating with The Wifey (aka me, remember) losing j-o-b.
September 2013 – I FILE FOR DIVORCE. Why the all caps? During a session with kiddo shrink, Pap states he filed for divorce. Ha-ha hell, you did.
Now – I am in my angry stage. The daily crying has FINALLY stopped – thank the baby Jesus. The serious, no holds barred search for employment has begun. I am no longer falling for his BS passive aggressive behavior and I have my therapist on speed email.
I wanted to move to another state, cause current city is kind of tainted by Pap and Skank, but good ol’Pap refuses to even consider the idea. Ass to the hole!! Don’t get me wrong this city is cool, but given the opportunity to runaway leave and start fresh (no one would know my story) somewhere new was all too alluring. This is part of my current anger state. I would like the cone of silence around me and would like to scream every time I even think about it.
This is just the beginning of my story. The good news the end has yet to be written.