After posting yesterday about my ex-husband’s continued antics and tantrums, I received your messages of support and have been reminded of who I am. The woman who stood up to an abusive man and divorced him, the woman who confronted her abusive parents and cut them out of her life for their refusal to acknowledge the truth. The woman who followed her heart and came to London.
I can deal with and stand up to a fucking bully, a sad little man who uses his own child to garner sympathy for his sorry ass. A man who plays victim and has no accountability. Yes I believed that he would be there for his son, yes I believed that he would co-parent with me but I don’t need him nor do I depend on him for anything. For the past two years I have looked after my son and I can continue to do that while in London. I will manage and create a new support system. The less my son and I se of him the better for us. At least my son will see his dad at the weekend even if its once a week. I don’t trust anything that comes out of his mouth and I know that I will get no support from him, nothing but manipulation and crazy making and tantrums but I can deal with that. It’s hard to stand up to the playground bully, when you don’t play nice, the bully doesn’t like it and tries to make your life more difficult but I refuse to be compliant anymore.
I am out of my comfort zone, after five years of financial comfort and support from friends and my counsellor but I will make new friends and I will find a new place of support and comfort. I will not let the bully take away my joy. My father did not take away that essence and light and the bully will fail too….miserably.
Running away will not make the Bully go away. The only thing that will create lasting change is me standing up to him and showing my courage and strength by not allowing him to take away my magic and glow because that is what he wants to do. He has none so he has to take mine. Fuck off Bully!!! You are not getting any from me.