I didn’t meet him. I didn’t want to. Trying not to compare my Honda fit with his muscle car. My flabby stomach with his steroid injected body. I got bad vibes. Initially, I thought to meet him since he’ll be around my son. But I have let that go. I don’t want or need to meet him. I can only control my time with my son. My ex is/was not emotional or mentally healthy. Divorce finalized December 31. Ex says she and him are “getting serious” and thought I should know. Yesterday she invited me to go with her to see my son get his haircut. Then we went to the park. I stayed emotional far from her. Safe. Remembering all she did and said and how she treated me.

Reality is hard to swallow. The hardest thing to grieve is the dream I held in my heart of my family. Not sure what the guy wants with a newly divorced mother other than sex, and boy can she (and all females) manipulate with sex. Her new bf drove away fast making sure his muscle car engine roared. I tell myself; let it go.