Mother Knows Best

I’m a smart woman. I was labeled gifted in elementary school. In high school, I was taking college prep classes. In college, I was on scholarship while working toward a double major. I didn’t score to shabby on the law school exam either.

That said, when I most needed to, I wasn't smart enough to spot trouble coming a mile away. Actually, it was coming just a couple of houses away to be exact. Yes, I’m talking about T.O.W. (the other woman). Now, it’s not in the way you might be thinking. Sure, she came at J-Fed like a blood-thirsty shark prepared to launch an all-out feeding frenzy. I’m okay with this.

In fact, the notion of them having sex together causes me to giggle and go back to my shopping list. I’ve even thought of sending her flowers on occasion for taking care of the biggest problem I’ve ever had. He’s all hers now. Giggle. Giggle.

However, there’s a much darker side to how this is all playing out. The thought of that “woman” having slumber parties, making jewelry and playing mom to my children is enough to make my blood run cold. I had a problem with her meddling moments back when I was still married to J-Fed. Now, it has only compounded.

Let’s digress, shall we. It was the summer of 2006. The flowers were in bloom. The sun was hot. And T.O.W. was latched onto J-Fed like a fly on sh*t. Oh, and I was pregnant, eight months to be exact. Keep in mind that J-Fed and I were still very married… and so was she. 

Now because I’m a fair person, I will admit that when we were friends and she had gotten close to daughter. But there’s a line… and T.O.W. didn’t just cross it, she erased it.

I still remember the night she strolled into my kitchen and mentioned that she’d like to drive my 6-year-old daughter to school. I immediately scoffed at the notion and shot her down. The only person who was going to be taking my daughter to school was her mother, and that would be ME.