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Don’t worry about being tagged the bitter ex
Things aren’t always what they seem
This year marks ten years since my ex and I split. The road to recovery and healing was long, winding, and hard. One I’d once thought was impossible to master. Through faith and resilience I’m here; better than ever.
The ex and I aren’t friends per se. Co parenting is doable, with no extra conversation in between. For ten years this has worked for us. Yet appears a bit sketchy in the minds of family and friends.
Our first few years apart were the roughest. Not only were we adjusting as a family but immediate family had difficulty adjusting as well.
My mom continued to invite him for Thanksgiving and Christmas, while my Grandmother would ask about him each time I called to check in. I heard the reasoning of “He’s the boy’s father,” too many times to stand.
Any time I’d mention my dislike or ask them to consider my feelings, their response tinged of me being slightly bitter. And that became a fear of mine; being bitter or appearing bitter. Since my pleas fell on deaf ears the best solution was to stop pleading.
Proverbs 17:28 states, “Even fools who keep silent are considered wise; when they close their lips, they are deemed intelligent.” Rebuttals made me feel unheard, angry, and…
