Now he claims the reason for meeting me at the counselor’s is so the kids don’t have to feel awkward when he and I meet face to face at celebrations et cetera. Like it’s my fault.
Well, perhaps he could have sent those celebrations a thought while inflicting divorce trauma, shredding the remains of my trust two years ago.
Of course it will be awkward, of course the kids feel bad when they see my pain. I see no end to it, except what time will eventually bring (a friend having gone through traumatic divorce said it took five years to feel indifferent to her ex).
Trying to keep mindful, but must admit this last vague text from him made me furious. If he’ll try to shame me into compliance, I will have to push down an impulse to spit in his face.
