I used to be all about drama. I mean ALL about drama.
Any girl that went near my ex-husband was bait. I didn’t want him, but I sure as hell did not want him to be with someone else. I could…but he could not. Selfish, yes. Ridiculous, yes. Irrational, yes. Keep in mind, he was the reason our marriage ended-I was forced to make the choice I did..click here to start reading our story.
Fast forward to the present day, I recently loaned his live-in girlfriend my set of Twilight books. This is no small prize friends. I love those books. They might be the only fiction, non classic literature books I truly do love. But she’s enjoying them. And it opened up a door to us texting casually. Both about my daughters love of Pandora charms and about some more personal issues going on in her life. My daughter loves that we’re chatting a bit more. I love that I know this person who is present in my daughters life, if only a little bit better. And I’m starting to wonder what on earth this girl is doing with my ex-husband? We’ve come a long way baby, when I start feeling bad for the girlfriend.