...so don't expect this to make sense:o)
Some will judge me. Some have judged me. It is evident in the absence of things.
I expected that. Accept that it is what it is. Not everyone is understanding. Not everyone can try and see through the eyes of another. I can. And I have.
When I was a little girl I had a poster in my room. It was of a little girl, standing in a field of flowers and grass. My parents insisted the little girl looked just like me. And in retrospect she did. At the bottom of the poster was this quote "Today is the first day of the rest of your life.".
I am almost forty-one years old and I finally really understand it. I'd love to find that poster. The exact same one I had and hang it somewhere prominent in my home.
Although.. at present it doesn't feel like a home. It's simply a house. A place for our things. A place for us to sleep and eat. I need to make it a home again. With or without the buffoon's help or input.
He's here. He refuses to go anywhere. I am certainly not leaving my home or taking my children out of their home. And I am NOT going anywhere without my children. But I don't have to pay attention to him. It will be hard. And the kids will "force" us to communicate on some level. As will the every day things that adults deal with. But he's gone nearly fifteen hours a day. Monday through Friday.
It won't be hard to pretend he doesn't exist. Ok.. well maybe that's pushing it a bit.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.