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Well, me being positive and looking toward a future without this crap, lasted half a day. At 10:30, X emails me about Easter. He hasn't been following the contract anyway and recently my daughter dropped the bomb on me about only wanting to be here two days a week. Normally I have my daughter for Easter and she visits her great grandparents for a big Easter egg hunt, but because of Covid19 and travel, this is the second year that can't happen. So anyway, he emails me about Easter and asks but really tells, do you know what I mean? Like double-speak, he is good at that. He wants our daughter for Easter, wants me to pick her up in the afternoon after her "other" mother takes my place and throws the hunt, and then I am supposed to bring her back here do another Easter egg hunt, then drive her back there. I am still reeling from the bombshell of my kid saying she doesn't want to live here and it is two hours to my birthday and I get this weird ass email from X. This man does not communicate at all about her health, then out of the blue asks me this stupid question? Pretending as if he asks me this stuff normally and doesn't just take what he wants.
Cold-hearted and stupid or fucking brilliant, I don't even know anymore. I just emailed back asking if there was anything else he wanted as well, maybe to harvest my organs or sign papers so his new wife can adopt my child. The cruelty is never ending. I feel like they are dancing on my fucking grave. My identity as a mother has been ripped from me and now pretenses and bullshit are still alive and well, over at the House of Satan. There is something inherently creepy about people who pretend all the time. The 90s word for that is "poser" but nobody uses that word anymore. Posers are alive and well. My X is the cult leader of posers. He has a different face for everyone and pretends that past conversations or his own history has never happened. How bizarre. No relationship with my kid and now, no Easter this year. My daughter is going to come home today and throw a shit fit so she can spend Easter with her new Mommy. Happy fucking birthday Michelle! Remember this man is a therapist. Isn't the insensitivity shocking? I suppose I should meditate or something. I am not looking forward to today. You know that tarot card where the man is on the ground with a bunch of swords in his back. That is how I feel right now. I am glad I slept last night because tonight is going to be rough.
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