A year ago Grayheart moved out. We’d started our separation discussions and plans in September 2014 but he moved out the Sunday before Thanksgiving 2014.
For many months, he visited my home nightly (he didn’t have a place he could take them to) and stayed over the nights I would go out (ex. Friday night fun, etc.). It was torture having to see him so frequently and go through the pain of knowing he was enjoying his life with his mistress, Raggedy Ann. But I powered through and knew that the kids were doing well due to the united front.
Fast forward to 2015. Grayheart rents a townhouse and we have separated our lives. He’s a great father and takes the kids twice a week for dinner and now has them overnight every Thursday and every other weekend. The kids are doing really well, all things considered. I’ve taken them to a child psychologist and she’s very happy with their progress.
As for my relationship with him… We have our ups and downs. We get along in a superficial manner and I try to avoid getting into any deep conversations with him. I’m still angry and hurt. Not like I was before but it still lingers. I feel at times like I have things that were left unsaid. I won’t bother going there but at times it gnaws at me.
I’ve been reflecting as Thanksgiving comes upon us and things have changed a lot in a year. But I got through it and am grateful.
So this year, my mom will host Thanksgiving again. My kids will be with me. And my lovely boyfriend, Captain, will be attending. *smile*
And Grayheart asked if he could come by. *frown*
And I said yes. *grimace*
What was I supposed to say?
He has no family here and I would hate to separate him from the kids.
Sigh. You know the saying “The road to hell is paved with good intentions”? Yeah, that’s me. Always me. Lol!
Wish me luck!