I am now divorced from R. Another secret I hid. He was physically abusive in 2007, dragging me across the kitchen floor by my hair and throwing me into the garage while telling me to get the f*** out after stopping him from aggressively disciplining C by carrying him by one arm & one leg and throwing him into the couch. He was never physical again, but simply threatened with verbal abuse and intimidation. Lots of objects in the home got broken, too.
I think R is bipolar. My new husband, J, thinks he is, too.
How does this fit into the theme of this blog? My mother and father found out through a fitness-related blog of mine that I was getting a divorce. After more than 2 years of no contact, they sent me the most heartfelt correspondence I have ever gotten from them. Like a FOOL, I fell hook, line and sinker.
They were back in my life for about 3 months, and I kept it limited contact. J proposed shortly after my divorce was final. My mother found out by seeing the ring on my finger when I traveled 2.5 hours to her home for her birthday, after driving 2 additional hours to get her a specialty food item. I had no plans to discuss the engagement with them because I had gotten to the point where I didn't really care what their opinion of my life was, and telling them about it would be like asking permission in their eyes.
My father wasn't really communicating with me anyway, but my mother pretty much stopped after the trip for her birthday. Then, I would get occasional texts. I even called her once, as I was on my way into the courthouse to file a petition to change the time-sharing agreement and child support order due to R getting spiteful and yanking C all over the place whenever he wanted, just to show some sort of control and power (as a result of me telling him that he needed to pay his child support).
I let my mother in on the secret that I have had R's password to his email, so that I can see that conniving crap he's trying to pull... and 5 hours later, the password changes. After 2 years of it not changing. Coincidence? Yeah, me neither. I confront her via text and she DENIES it. A few days later, I guess the security question for R's email and change the password to get back in.... and discover THIS:
Yes. Betrayed by my own mother, I texted the photo to my mother, called her some choice words that I will not repeat here to protect the faint of heart, and told her not to EVER contact me again.
I know I have said it before, and just spent the last couple of hours re-reading this blog, but I think we have finally come to the end of this chapter. There will be no more communication ever again.
