With regards to my last post. My ex-husband’s wife threatened me because I tried to go through the courts to get payment of child support. When I told them I was being threatened they told me it had nothing to do with them and it was a legal matter and I should call the police. The police won’t do anything because saying, “You don’t know what I am capable of” is not a true threat. Anyway, she is an awful and horrible human and I do not like her. In fact, I struggle with hatred. And I don’t want hatred to be a part of who I am. At the end of the day I am the one responsible for my feelings.
Angella, with her beautiful and honest post about her son had prompted me to be a little bit more honest about what it going on in my own home. I am currently having problems with my son. Nothing life or death but struggles just the same. It seems so petty to write about it and I feel shame and anger around the whole issue. It is affecting my marriage. Even as I write this I am crying. I have done everything I can think of to “fix” this situation and it is only making it worse. Right now I am so fucking tired. Going to work is a break. (Work is stressful enough. I am still sitting in limbo after being displaced. I do not know what my new job will entail or when it will start and my current job will end.) Anyway, at this time I can’t write about what is exactly going on with my son. It is too tender and the situation overwhelming. All I can say is my son is a good boy… a good man. I am proud of him and hope this current blip resolves itself soon. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. It has been going on for over 3 months and I am weary.