The ex has dumped her husband, again. Which makes me so very happy, again. He is an ass, an idiot and a loser. I hate him. I always have. He is the first borns supposed father and I cannot even begin to describe all the ways he is not good enough for her, or the ex or air really.
She is laughing though. She is glad, she is empowered. He hit her when they were together the first time. No one should hit a woman. I tried to beat him but the husband pulled me off him. He wasn't strong enough to stop me, but the husband was. Sad for us all. After that I wasn't really allowed in the same zip code as him. He avoided me like the plague, he drove the ex and I apart with hateful words and petty drama.
I understood the whole living straight thing, that's my life too, but I was able to maintain my life and still make room for her. So now he is gone, and she is on the phone more, laughing and sounding more at peace than I have heard her in years. Which makes my heart light. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but even with all its pitfalls, I am optimistic for my estranged family.
Oh, and the first born, my emo-punk rock girl, bought a dress. One she liked all on her own. It has a big bow. I love her. I am also so looking forward to taking her shopping. "Cause did I tell you? The ex is sending her to me for spring break. Of her own volition. Over her birthday.
Did you hear that, I get the first born for her birthday. Let's all dance.
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