Right now I’m feeling sad and defeated. Being apart was not my choice. My ex followed his penis to “greener” pastures and now I have to share my baby. My infant is ripped from my arms because a judge says that is “fair.”
It’s not *fair.* I did not begin sleeping with someone else when I was six months pregnant. I didn’t get an AI because I got caught sleeping with someone else in their spouses car when I was drunk by the police. I didn’t do any of that to rip my family apart, yet my baby is taken away from his mother several hours a week so he can spend time with the man who chose to be unfaithful. This is not *fair* to me.
These things were done to me, yet I am being punished. I have to look the man in the face who told me he loved me, who kissed me before he left the house every morning, who left to have sex with another woman nearly every day. I have to talk to him about our son. I have to have contact with him to ensure the well being of my child. The child that has to go visit an unfaithful leach three days a week. How is this *fair?*
He says he was unhappy. He met someone at work and “fell in love.” I would have all of our kids after I got off work while he “worked late.” This woman left her family for him, because he promised her a life once he was rid of me.
Just toward the end, he wanted me to find out because he wad too much of a coward to tell me what he was doing. He started introducing her to our friends. His friends. Obviously not mine, because none of them let me know they were meeting “his girlfriend.” Did any of them wonder if I had a clue? If I knew but was turning a blind eye? Did any of them tell me? Not one.
I had become very close with his best friend. His best friend went on a trip with he and this girl in March of this year. A trip to the final four in Atlanta. She was in none of the photos I saw. He was careful. Our friend knew what was going on, even then. How stupid was I? Their affair began in January and was discovered by me July 27th. How can someone be SO BLIND.
I moved out July 31st. Beginning July 28th I stayed with a dear friend who has helped me tremendously through this ordeal until I found an apartment. The only thing that kept me sane were the kids, and the fact that by the first week in August was done, the trash that left her husband for my ex was already sleeping with someone else. She was cheating on him!
So now I have to share my baby with this manipulative, horrible man. I know some of you are reading this thinking “there are two sides to every story.” Believe what you will…but this has been the stuff bad Lifetime movies are made of.
Having to share my baby, however, is the worst part of it all. I didn’t ask for any of this to be done to me, yet I have to endure this torture. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. It hurts. It is painful to hand over my sweet little boy for his visitation hours with him. Simply heartbreaking.
Sharing custody is the pits.
My sad story/rant is over. I had to get it off my chest. Some of you out there can probably relate. Its nice to know you’re not alone feeling like this.