- 7 years ago
- Wedding: February 2011
In order for you to understand my feelings I am going to have to take you back a few years. In June of 2008 I was hired on at Sonic and I soon became friends with a lot of people, one of whom we figured out is related to my husband threw a marriage. We started hanging out and doing things together and in 2009 she ended up moving in with us to get out of her parents place. After a few months my husband, then just bf, and I were thinking about moving to a different state to start over fresh but she decided to throw a fit about it sowe came up with a different plan. Since she expected to only pay 1/3 of the rent if there were 3 of us he came up with a plan. I would get a place with her and he would move back in with his mom to save money for us to move later on. A couple weeks later something happened and we broke up but since the appartment I got with her had a pool I still invited him over to go swimming, hoping we could work things out. She decided that she didn’t want him over anymore and kicked me out when I said it was my life and my choice if I still wanted him in my life. While I was trying to move my stuff out she got her mom and sister to come over to “make sure I didn’t steal anything” and caused drama. They decided they couldn’t wait for just my Darling Husband and me to move everything so they started throwing our stuff in the hall. I really do mean THROWING my stuff. They broke a bunch of my things that way and so when I saw her mom go for my picture box I grabbed it up really fast so she couldn’t break it too. Apparently she didn’t like me defending my stuff because her mom jumped on me. My Darling Husband called the cops and soon her family had to leave but I had marks all over my neck and arms from the attack. I was homeless for months because his mom wouldn’t let me stay with them since we weren’t married. I slept in his car some nights and others I paid friends to stay on their couches. Soon after that I found out I was pregnant and things got even harder.
Fast forward to today…I have a 14 month old son and I married the man I love 6 months ago. I am a very happy person and have tried to put that all behind me and get over it. Apparently she still hasn’t. I saw her today sitting in the subway inside the walmart I work at with her new husband. I decided to ignore her and just do my job…that was until she looked at me and got this look like I was the scum of the earth. I wanted to go over there and beat the look off her face. If I wasn’t on the clock I probably would have and I”m not a violent person. When her mom attacked me I just curled up so she could reach less of me and letmy husband pull her off of me. I didn’t fight back. I am better than that. So why is it one look from her can make me feel so violent? I don’t know but I didn’t like it. I guess I just needed to get that off my chest. If anyone actually read this thanks and if not at least I still got it out.