I'd be considering strangling her with some of the fabric scraps on my couch if it were me. Or maybe the elastic in my sewing bag- I know how to braid garrottes, after all.
I don't know how you manage to be so civil to her, honestly. I guess it comes from just not really having much of a choice, but I don't know if I could manage.
It's honestly very difficult, but it's been something of a growing process. When we first met each other for the second time (the first being when B and I had just started dating) it was after H had already been born, and I could not handle being in the same room as her without experiencing a host of physical symptoms. It took all of the composure I had not to tell her exactly what I thought of her--and I'm not particularly renown for keeping my opinions to myself
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the fact that you aren't slapping used diapers into her face is already a testament to your compassion! you don't need to make with the warm fuzzies (which, let's be honest, are mostly for her benefit, not yours) to prove that. i admire your strength!
Thanks. It's truly been an evolution. You're still a new LJ friend, but as I said above, we went from me needing to leave the room so I didn't say something I regretted to having conversations regularly. She's still not my friend and she never will be (and, I suspect if she were being honest, she would admit that she doesn't actually want to be my friend, either) but I do feel being civil is a step up from the way things were before.
I don't always feel strong, though. A lot of times, I just feel phony because although I don't hate her anymore, I do feel myself going out of my way to an extent I don't necessarily think I should, but I do for H's sake.
Still, slapping used diapers in her face? Hmm. We'll call that Coping Plan C. That is what I'll default to if counseling and bubble-blowing doesn't work.
Can we back up to her telling you she's still in love with your husband? A friend of ours (one of Jake's exes) is still completely in love with him (it's painfully obvious) but she never had the balls to come out and say it. I might respect her more if she did. What happened?
I'm not sure how to answer your question. I'm inclined to say that she thinks were friends, either because of all the progress we've made in our co-parenting relationship or because she doesn't have anyone else and has really forgotten what friendship looks like
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Unfortunately, my crap couch doesn't even have any fabric scraps to spare. Ah, dreams.
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I don't always feel strong, though. A lot of times, I just feel phony because although I don't hate her anymore, I do feel myself going out of my way to an extent I don't necessarily think I should, but I do for H's sake.
Still, slapping used diapers in her face? Hmm. We'll call that Coping Plan C. That is what I'll default to if counseling and bubble-blowing doesn't work.
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