I’ve told him that I don’t want to talk to him, but he won’t leave me alone.
I feel like I am stuck in a fight I don’t want to have.
I feel betrayed and angry that he kept this from me for so many years.
I don’t want to burden her when she’s going through such a difficult time, but I need to talk to her about my grief.
I was not there for his last breaths. I was not there for his last words. I’m trying to combat my guilt.
Every holiday season, my siblings and I divide our time between them.
I know I sound naive, but this wasn’t like a “normal” affair.
They’re both angry at me, and I want to mend our relationship.
How can I be open and honest with him when he doesn’t know who I am?
They’re many years old, but they’ve totally upended my world.
They are judging me for not being a good mom, for not having a job, and for not losing my pregnancy weight fast enough.
I’m getting married, and I want her to be a part of my life.
I am incredibly worried that he’s not on the same page as me about moving our relationship forward.
She told me she would never want a child like my daughter.
Any time I want to talk with my daughter about an issue between us, she tells me she doesn’t have time and it’s not a priority for her.
He seems to think that because I don’t completely hate my ex, I must still love him.
I have extended a standing invitation to her friends to visit for playdates or sleepovers, but none has ever come.
I feel incredibly guilty and am worried that if we come clean, we will lose the respect of our children and become pariahs in our community.
I’ve wanted to address this with her for a while now, but I’m afraid she’ll scold me.
I can’t stop thinking about how much he suffered—and my own inability to save him.