Hi Everyone,
Well the interview seemed to go pretty well. I was there for two hours so there must have been something about me that was okay. They will be doing my reference check, and I have to get my criminal background check done at the state police next week. And they wanted to know how soon I could start. Barring any problems from the wonderful defammatory comments floating around, I might get a job. We'll see what happens. My husband is still having fits, and now will not discuss, the ex, SD, or SS. He will not talk to any of them. But I guess if he did, chances are it would likely lead to his arrest, so it's best this way. The last thing I need is for him to lose his job at this point in time. We just moved here 7 months ago. So, moving elsewhere isn't an option! I was just wondering what I was the one who was having to act like the adult in this entire situation? Doesn't seem very fair to me! In my next life, I'm just going to a man store, and get one when I need one, and take him back when I'm done. I think it's a pretty good idea and one that would catch on quick. 'Cause honestly, I am further angered about the mess that my husband's ex has made by involving my SD in this mess with my SD, and now all the progress for the last year and a half is down the drain. There's no going backwards. He didn't even have enough balls to tell me the truth on the phone and I spoke with him twice. What is so hard about being honest? He'll be 21 next month? I am just completely sick. And I can't go backwards to fix anything, and why should I when I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I supposed to be apologizing for something when I was the one who was called a sexual predator and cyberstalker on the internet blogs?
And then, SD, won't apologize to me, and wonders why her Dad won't call and apologize to her because we left and moved and didn't say goodbye when she was estranged and hadn't spoken with us for over a year. I don't think this is what life is supposed to be all about. And then, I get this erratic emails from the ex, saying I should be feeling very terrible, and taking responsibility for my SD's pain. And that SD is insulted that I would think she was doing drugs and alcohol--when she was and admitted it. It had to be the most idiotic letter and frustrating for me because it just seemed like it was going around and around in a loop. And that all the blame was left on my doorstep. I made my husband do everything and react the way he did. I instigated everything. I am a hypocrite. And very high on the list for being a hypocrite. So, all in all, have you ever had a day, where you felt someone was a waste of personal airspace, and you really like to see someone knocked flat? Sometimes, I just think about a cement roller, going forward, reverse, forward, reverse, forward, reverse, and it such a pleasant motion. It gets me to my happy place. 'Cause I am stuck with life as it is till the end of next May, but come June 1, it will be ___ you! It's terribly how carefully we all have to tread to get where we want to be. These days I feel like I'm wearing cement boots.