Redefining DDay. Determined and Driven to Be Healthy.

So on June 23 – this week – was my 3 year anniversary of my DDay #2.  The day I found out that Green was still lying to me (living with him mother) about the fact that he had not ended his affair with his whore Maria.  On Saturday, June 23, 2012 the stupid psycho Maria-the-Whore came to my home at 5 am pounding on the door looking for Green.  (I have as of yet to post the entirety of that drama filled episode because honestly it’s f’g exhausting…) but I have alluded to it here.  I promise I will get around to detailing that episode… it’s just too good not to share.  Cry Mistress Cry!!

Anyway… so this year the day came and I was already dreading it.  It’s also the 90 day mark before my next birthday… when I turn 42.  Really right now things with Green are ok, not great, but ok.  On my good days I can focus less on the past and more on the day to day.  We are in some ways connected as much as we were before the affair.  With a new baby in the house we have more pressing distractions that his stupid affair and my triggers around it.  So instead of his affair we talk about things like family outings with the kiddos.  Fixing up our fixer-upper home.  Planning a summer vacation because I deserve to sit my post pregnancy butt in the sand and drink a sweet drink on a beach somewhere!!

My New Love

Again apologies for being missing from the blog. I actually have a good reason!

My baby boy has arrived!

Dear Readers, I am happy to share that over a month ago my son, Green III, was born. Yep – my dumbass named him after his father (I’m a sucker for tradition… and roman numerals apparently.)

In the spirit of good humor and love, let’s instead call my darling boy, ‘Dash’ so that his blog name coordinates with those of his beautiful big sisters, Ditto and Dot.

Resolutions for 2014

For the past two years I have dreaded New Years Eve.

On New Years Eve 2011 my husband ditched me to spend the day with his whore.

He stupidly thought I didn’t know he was with her. He thought I really believed he was getting his car fixed and seeing his friends at sports-bar ALL DAY LONG.  I knew he was fornicating in a cheap motel with her.

He called me at 9 pm on his way back home and coldly said, “I’m on my way. Get ready.”

I was so filled with rage and as such, my response was not good.  I was angry. I was hurt and humiliated.  I was scared.

I screamed back. “Fuck off. Don’t bother. Go back to your whore.”

Green laughed. “I wasn’t with anyone. YOU. ARE. CRAZY.”