Suzette
November 6th, 2007, 05:36 PM
Ok, this is my story... Grab some popcorn and shake up a martini.
My now darling husband once had a girlfriend for around 6 months +, let's call her BUTS (because she is the bitch who literally lives up the street, LOL). She had adopted a boy previous to their relationship and he is now 11. Dh always treated this boy like he was dad. So after a not so long period, dh knew this was not going to work as she had many issues (she's Irish Catholic, he's not) and bam, she gets pregnant.
They both agreed marriage was not an alternative, so dh reassured her he would be a part of his childs (and brothers) life. My husband didn't see anyone seriously until we met, so it was never an issue. We met when my stepson was 5 and his brother 9. Saturdays were always reserved for dh and the boys to be together as he never wanted to separate the boys even though only one was his. That's the kind of guy he is...
When dh told her we were together and serious, she popped a nut. For whatever reason, she assumed he was going to remain single as she is. So here she gets pregnant (yeah, missed birth control my ass) and expects him to never move on, find happiness and start a family? That's right folks...
So after about six months we were together, it was time to start incorporating me into parts of the Saturdays so the boys could adjust to our new transition. This meant meeting her too, which I was wholeheartedly looking forward to. I'm a healthy, happy together woman - and for some whatever reason, I always expect and hope other women are too. Well. Not. And I will never understand why some/most 'exes' have such hatred and bitterness.
We were at T-ball, and dh and I approached BUTS. I reached out to shake her hand and I mentioned how nice it was to finally meet her. She barely looked at me, barely muttered the ICIEST FREEKING "ah, hi" and turned to dh. Wow, that had to have been the chilliest, downright cold, rude and disrespectful introduction I've ever had.
Nothing has changed. It's not that she hates "me," just the idea of me. We'll be standing there with the boys, and she treats me like I'm invisible. That's not even the worst part.
When dh proposed in March of 2006, we agreed I'd move into the house in May. She freaked out and stopped letting my stepson's brother come over because WE WERE LIVING IN SIN!!!!! Can you believe this? We're grown adults, getting married that October and she's freaking out with her Irish Catholic dogma. The boys both attend Catholic school (don't even get me started) and she felt "J" (the brother) would be confused because we were not yet married, but living together.
***K, go take a potty break , visit the snackbar and refill your martini now***
Now, how you ask does BUTS explain getting pregnant and having a child out of wedlock to said brother? She can't. She's the type of person who will never admit fault and only tout superiority. She should be thanking her LUCKY F'ING STARS she got involved with a man as wonderful, honest and caring as my dh.
Well, what she did out of her own self-induced issues is separate the boys. Now, we have zero relationship with "J", he hates us and thinks it was our fault, that when I moved in we didn't want him here, only bio son. We know the time will come when the boys are grown and they find out what really happened. She's a nasty human being who thinks she's the best mommy in the world, when she has psycologically f'ed things up for everyone. The quality of our lives and the boys (and hers) would be so much better is she would seek therapy.
The other issue with her is in some strange, warped way she looked at my dh as her male support system. She's in denial we're married, that I'm "G's" stepmom and that he's not living and breathing for her and what she wants. She told him how she didn't like how I introduced myself to others as G's stepmom. Well, guess what, reality check?
Incident a few weeks ago. We had G for the day, and he mentioned he needed to get BUTS a birthday present. I gave dh the eye, but very nicely asked G what he would like to get her. He said vanilla spray perfume. My thought was I needed to go to CVS anyway to get some stuff, so yeah, we'll get her the cheapest freeking bottle of vanilla spray perfume they had. Of course they didn't have vanilla (:nuhuh:) so I just started grabbing scents willy nilly saying "I bet Mom would like this one, it smells pretty!" Of course he didn't agree and had a total meltdown.
Well, appears she SHOWED him what SHE wanted! Get this, a vanilla gift basket from Bath and Body Works!!!!!!!!!! So, (are you guys still with me, yawn?) we have to drop what we're doing, tackle the mall in the middle of a Saturday afternoon to BUY HER A $45 gift basket! G was very happy, which was what was important. Did she give G the money to purchase said basket? Of course not.
Dh and I discussed, the next montly check he writes her will include a receipt for the purchase and a $45 deduction from usual so SHE can pay for it. He also called and told her "that was completely inappropriate, to expect us to take our time and money to do this when you treat my wife so bitterly cold and disrespectfully." She started crying, bla bla bla. She said, "you never mention what a good mom I am," and he reminded her he's not here to be HER support system, but HIS wifes.
Whew, feels really good to let it out on paper. I'm not one to bitch about life, and I'm so genuinely blessed and happy that to have any negativity is sad, truly. It's sad for the boys, it's sad for her. She has no life and still calls G (who is almost 8) 'baby' and 'bunny' while he's playing Little League.
When we have G, we're a fun, functional, silly, happy family. She destroyed a beautiful relationship between the boys and dh, which also destroyed the dream of having both boys in our wedding (J didn't attend, he hates us). They are going to now grow the rest of their young lives separated because the Bitch Up The Street is in denial about life - and how beautiful it could be if her damn soul wasn't so tortured. Get help now, please...
And one day the boys will learn the truth, we're always happy, we never fight, there's genuine happiness in our household and that's what G experiences every Saturday when we have him.
There, I've said it. Now I need a martini. Thanks for listening ladies...
My now darling husband once had a girlfriend for around 6 months +, let's call her BUTS (because she is the bitch who literally lives up the street, LOL). She had adopted a boy previous to their relationship and he is now 11. Dh always treated this boy like he was dad. So after a not so long period, dh knew this was not going to work as she had many issues (she's Irish Catholic, he's not) and bam, she gets pregnant.
They both agreed marriage was not an alternative, so dh reassured her he would be a part of his childs (and brothers) life. My husband didn't see anyone seriously until we met, so it was never an issue. We met when my stepson was 5 and his brother 9. Saturdays were always reserved for dh and the boys to be together as he never wanted to separate the boys even though only one was his. That's the kind of guy he is...
When dh told her we were together and serious, she popped a nut. For whatever reason, she assumed he was going to remain single as she is. So here she gets pregnant (yeah, missed birth control my ass) and expects him to never move on, find happiness and start a family? That's right folks...
So after about six months we were together, it was time to start incorporating me into parts of the Saturdays so the boys could adjust to our new transition. This meant meeting her too, which I was wholeheartedly looking forward to. I'm a healthy, happy together woman - and for some whatever reason, I always expect and hope other women are too. Well. Not. And I will never understand why some/most 'exes' have such hatred and bitterness.
We were at T-ball, and dh and I approached BUTS. I reached out to shake her hand and I mentioned how nice it was to finally meet her. She barely looked at me, barely muttered the ICIEST FREEKING "ah, hi" and turned to dh. Wow, that had to have been the chilliest, downright cold, rude and disrespectful introduction I've ever had.
Nothing has changed. It's not that she hates "me," just the idea of me. We'll be standing there with the boys, and she treats me like I'm invisible. That's not even the worst part.
When dh proposed in March of 2006, we agreed I'd move into the house in May. She freaked out and stopped letting my stepson's brother come over because WE WERE LIVING IN SIN!!!!! Can you believe this? We're grown adults, getting married that October and she's freaking out with her Irish Catholic dogma. The boys both attend Catholic school (don't even get me started) and she felt "J" (the brother) would be confused because we were not yet married, but living together.
***K, go take a potty break , visit the snackbar and refill your martini now***
Now, how you ask does BUTS explain getting pregnant and having a child out of wedlock to said brother? She can't. She's the type of person who will never admit fault and only tout superiority. She should be thanking her LUCKY F'ING STARS she got involved with a man as wonderful, honest and caring as my dh.
Well, what she did out of her own self-induced issues is separate the boys. Now, we have zero relationship with "J", he hates us and thinks it was our fault, that when I moved in we didn't want him here, only bio son. We know the time will come when the boys are grown and they find out what really happened. She's a nasty human being who thinks she's the best mommy in the world, when she has psycologically f'ed things up for everyone. The quality of our lives and the boys (and hers) would be so much better is she would seek therapy.
The other issue with her is in some strange, warped way she looked at my dh as her male support system. She's in denial we're married, that I'm "G's" stepmom and that he's not living and breathing for her and what she wants. She told him how she didn't like how I introduced myself to others as G's stepmom. Well, guess what, reality check?
Incident a few weeks ago. We had G for the day, and he mentioned he needed to get BUTS a birthday present. I gave dh the eye, but very nicely asked G what he would like to get her. He said vanilla spray perfume. My thought was I needed to go to CVS anyway to get some stuff, so yeah, we'll get her the cheapest freeking bottle of vanilla spray perfume they had. Of course they didn't have vanilla (:nuhuh:) so I just started grabbing scents willy nilly saying "I bet Mom would like this one, it smells pretty!" Of course he didn't agree and had a total meltdown.
Well, appears she SHOWED him what SHE wanted! Get this, a vanilla gift basket from Bath and Body Works!!!!!!!!!! So, (are you guys still with me, yawn?) we have to drop what we're doing, tackle the mall in the middle of a Saturday afternoon to BUY HER A $45 gift basket! G was very happy, which was what was important. Did she give G the money to purchase said basket? Of course not.
Dh and I discussed, the next montly check he writes her will include a receipt for the purchase and a $45 deduction from usual so SHE can pay for it. He also called and told her "that was completely inappropriate, to expect us to take our time and money to do this when you treat my wife so bitterly cold and disrespectfully." She started crying, bla bla bla. She said, "you never mention what a good mom I am," and he reminded her he's not here to be HER support system, but HIS wifes.
Whew, feels really good to let it out on paper. I'm not one to bitch about life, and I'm so genuinely blessed and happy that to have any negativity is sad, truly. It's sad for the boys, it's sad for her. She has no life and still calls G (who is almost 8) 'baby' and 'bunny' while he's playing Little League.
When we have G, we're a fun, functional, silly, happy family. She destroyed a beautiful relationship between the boys and dh, which also destroyed the dream of having both boys in our wedding (J didn't attend, he hates us). They are going to now grow the rest of their young lives separated because the Bitch Up The Street is in denial about life - and how beautiful it could be if her damn soul wasn't so tortured. Get help now, please...
And one day the boys will learn the truth, we're always happy, we never fight, there's genuine happiness in our household and that's what G experiences every Saturday when we have him.
There, I've said it. Now I need a martini. Thanks for listening ladies...