So, last night after several quiet days of the ex husband's new wife apparently forgetting I exist, she struck. I am lying in bed....almost asleep when I hear my text message alert go off. My first thought is always..."what now?" It's a number I don't recognize. Alyssa perhaps??? Nope...his wife once again reminding me that he is her man and need to find that other man up my "sleef" to run with. Um...what?
My response went something like this....A. The word is SLEEVE. B. Nathan and I were never in the same room long enough to get on one another's nerves (she had insinuated that he had me leave since I was making him crazy) C. His phone has been shut off since the day our granddaughter was born, but how cute you tried that, and D. I have HAD your man. I do not have any interest in a second round with him. God doesn't like ugly and I don't like harassment. One more drunk text and I will be pressing charges.
Her nonsensical reply was something about how she no long drank...sorry.
Well of course not. That is why you are texting me at almost midnight a week after I made other arrangements for my living. I did this to give Whitney and Collin time with the babies, and to relieve some of the stress that surrounds a ton of us in one home. Nathan and I had discussed other arrangements, but at the time, this made the most sense. Hate to break it to her, but my time on the hill is far from over. Other things have come up that need a strong family presence and I plan on being there as soon as possible.
Apparently she discovered my blog. Gotta love being popular and was offended that I mentioned she had removed items from the home. No, she is correct, it really wouldn't have been my business, but for the fact that my daughters (one extremely pregnant at the time) and grandson lived in that home. I assure you they might not have had much when you married into the family, but they had a freaking toaster, can opener, microwave, and kitchen table. If YOU purchased those to upgrade the home, they now become "community" property. A judge is the only person that can determine what goes where and nine times out of ten...the furniture (and especially the all important can opener) remains with the home.
You took those things, but left your clothes. You came to the home the day my daughter brought her new baby home and KICKED a freaking window unit out of a window shattering glass everywhere. Frankly, I think you need to just let this go. Your marriage issues really have nothing to do with me. I have been told that by everyone. You guys had issues LONG before I came home and will continue to have issues if you don't learn to communicate without throwing things.
I came home to help my mini me with the birth of our beautiful Paisley Jo. Your antics caused so much more stress than any of us ever needed. For the love of all things holy...let it go and move on. Texting me is not going to get you anywhere but before a judge facing harassment charges. This family has so much more on our plates...please take the crazy elsewhere...please.
So, if you happen to read this know a few things...I feel badly for how things turned out for you. I believe you really love him, but he is just not in a place to return that. Don't blame the rest of us for hunkering down and protecting our own. It's what we do...we are a family. And yes, as much as it disturbs you to realize this....that is very much my family. Always has been...always will be. They would have welcomed you just as graciously had you only given them the chance. I hope you find the peace you are seeking. I really do. And I really hope you never text me again because spending the day swearing out a restraining order just doesn't sound fun.