8.625. Reflections on a Friday Morning

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the conflict with the ex’s side of the family. Even that is a bit of a misnomer. My beef is with the ex and one of her sisters whose life has become about my boys. She posts about them on a regular basis with every single post being labeled “My Nephew!” as though the post is more so to reinforce the idea of her role and proximity to the boys in question. Interestingly enough, she never posts about the kid who doesn’t play ball. She never posts about the one who isn’t instagram famous. I know it is about her and her emptiness and not having anything else going on. I mean how else can you sustain a life where you travel almost every weekend to see one or the other kid play ball and still maintain your own life? She’s managed to rebuild her life around these kids as a primary fangirl. It disgusts me on one hand, because she does it in a way that makes me feel like she is also arguing that I don’t support my kids or play a role. Now her friends and followers are not my people. I don’t even live in the same state as her, so it doesn’t actually matter what she’s telling people and the people in the family who actually know and see me realize that I’m not the person I’m being portrayed as.

The real issue on this part is why do I care? Well, its because I hate seeing her feel like she’s ‘winning’ though that doesn’t even make sense. In fact my entire distaste of the situation doesn’t make sense. I think the way they’ve approached and disrespected me over the years makes me want to see my boys distance from them. I don’t think either deserve my boys. Yet that is not my place or my call to make. I spent too much time letting these assholes rent space in my head. Lease is up though. It’ll take some time to clean up the mess they left, but honestly, I’m done. My life is too good to worry about how they’re trying to tear me down or worry about how much time and energy and money they spend on these boys. I want these boys to get love. I want them to be treated well. I don’t know what it is I’m really thinking by allowing my mind to dwell on stupid stuff.

My time with my boys is my time with my boys. When I cross paths with these women I will do my best to avoid giving them any of my energy. They definitely don’t deserve it.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Trump suggests his embattled press secretary may be on the way out” Yo, she got hired last week!