I Haven't Got Time For The Pain

You are the most ungrateful woman ever. From now on when you look at your jewelry, know how much I hate you. Choke on the money.

The words would have cut me to the core… if they weren’t coming from him. J-Fed had gone above and beyond lately to prove just how much he hated me. And it was working. I had no doubts about where I stood in his book. His latest text message was just one of many that were intended to make me feel bad about myself. That’s not to say I hadn’t fired back in this war of words.

With every passing day, the animosity between the two of us worsened. Most of the fighting had to do with the kids, since there was nothing else left to argue about. I couldn’t believe how acrimonious our divorce had become. And here I thought our marriage was bad.

 He took every opportunity to take potshots at me. I wasn’t feeding the dog the right type of food. I wasn’t being strict enough with daughter. My mother was around the house too much. It was always something.

If I were a betting woman, I’d guess that he spent his days looking for things to rail me about. Seriously, he was downright nasty. He tried to pass his “suggestions” off as advice, but we both knew he was simply getting his digs in where he could. Apparently, since I was no longer helping him with anything, I was no longer of use to him. Who knows?

All I do know is that while I used to find humor in our off-the-wall exchanges, it’s no longer a laughing matter. Part of me wishes that he would find his sense of humor because he’s obviously lost it somewhere along the lines.

I had been tossed aside like a piece of refuse. In reality, I was fine with this. You see, I had accepted the fact that he hated me. I guess what made it crystal clear was when, well, he told me he hated me. It kind of said it all. Since that day, I no longer feel compelled to take his calls nor do I feel any inclination to speak to him when he comes to pick up the kids.