Yesterday was my birthday. It was Sunday so he was off. It was the strangest thing…since Saturday I had this overwhelming compulsion to hug him…it was as if I was a little girl looking for comfort…waiting for him to say it was all a bad dream.
I had to remember the texts, the lies, the tears, the insults just so I wouldn’t go do what I felt so desperately to do. Love is strange. How on earth I can still love him. After all this.
Just as I was getting ready to go to the movies with my daughter, I had a shocking memory.I asked him…a few months back, you told me some co worker was celebrating her daughter’s Quinceañero and I remember you asked me to go…was that Maritza? Yes he said as a matter of fact…I wanted you and Isa to go and spend some time with her. My jaw dropped…I counldn’t believe it. He wanted me to go buy his girlfriends daugher a present and go spend time, me and my daughter, with her. He has absolutely no dignity.
None at all.
