Venting
It’s been over 3 years since we last spoke.
I have reached out to you on more than one occasion and have done my part to extend the olive branch as a way to reconcile.
I know that in light of a recent message I sent you on Facebook you have discovered my blog.
I am hoping that you will stop by again and see this message.
3 years is a long time to not speak to one another.
This is the longest a feud of ours has lasted.
There is so much that has happened in the last 3 years that I wish I could have shared with you.
A new year is fast approaching and I am hoping that in this new year we can fix things between us.
This is me extending the olive branch once again.
I hope to hear from you.
-Anne
In light of recent discoveries, in an old friend’s life, not my own, I have come to realize just how much I despise cheaters. 
This old friend of mine has been part of my life since we met my freshman year of high school.
Granted we haven’t remained real close over the years, we have remained friends who talk from time to time and we can always pick up right where we left off.
Until now.
We are definitely at very, VERY different stages in our lives.
I am happily married with 3, soon to be 4 children.
Yes, 2 of the children are mine from previous relationships but if you were to see the Hardworking Hubby with them , you wouldn’t know the difference.
Yes, this is my first and will be my only marriage because the way I see it, if you can’t make it work the first time why on Earth would you keep trying.
Yes, I know others will disagree on that one with me, but that is the way I see it. I am in the marriage until death do us part.
My old friend on the other hand, is heading for divorce number 2.
The first marriage lasted right around 4 years.
The second one just passed the 3 year mark.
Not even 35 and divorced not once, but twice.
In both cases, this old friend of mine cheated on their spouse and left them for another person.
This has made me despise not only this friend of mine but cheaters in general.
What makes this even harder for me to accept and attempt to continue our relationship is that there are children involved but I am thankful that none of the children involved resulted from the latest marriage!
Seriously, if you can’t remain faithful, why continue to put yourself in a position like this?
Why get married time and time again only to be the reason it falls apart each time?
This old friend claims that they haven’t been happy for a very long time yet this is the first anyone other than the new partner has heard of it.
And really, if you don’t want other people to know your business or share their opinions on it, you probably shouldn’t post pictures of your new partner and their children all over your Facebook page for the world to see when you just updated your relationship status from Married to Single.
Today is one of those days.
You know, the day when you feel like the absolute worst parent in the world because you actually considered selling your child to the gypsies or trading one on the black market.
I can honestly say, this is one of my worst days as a mom.
Today, we removed a bedroom door and took away privacy.
Tomorrow, we will be removing the desk and other miscellaneous items leaving only the clothes in the closet, the dresser and the bed behind in addition to a lamp for reading before bed.
We will be emailing teachers daily, addressing listening and attitude issues.
I am at my wits end.
So is the Hardworking Hubby.
Until we see a vast improvement in school work, responsibility, listening and attitude this is how things will remain in our home.
Call it tough love, shitty parenting or whatever you like.
This is our last resort and I hate that it had to come to this.
Seriously.
No joke.
Before noon today I managed to cry, scream, slam doors, throw things, yell and scold my child.
It has been a really bad day.
Being pregnant, emotional and hormonal doesn’t make matters any easier.
Put that all together and add potty training a 3 year old to the mix and you might just want to cry too.
Things have started to look up as the day goes on but I still feel like I could burst into tears any minute.
I hate days like these.
I REALLY HATE days like these.
