Okay, so I know I am NOT a perfect person. Not even close. However, I do a pretty good job of managing myself, my kids, my household, my life. I am a relatively well balance individual, I try to spend an appropriate amount of time with my children, and allow myself some "me" time. This has gotten exponentially harder since I left my husband a year ago.
I'm not complaining. It was my decision to leave and I have NO regrets about doing so. The children and I moved 450 miles away to my hometown, where my parents still reside. We have a house down the street from them, the children are in school, completely immersed in extracurricular activities, and it seems we've all make the transition rather smoothly. My divorce will be final any moment now (literally) and the children see their father every few weekends with longer visits when school and work schedules allow. Which brings me to the reason for this blog.
Jay and I were married for 13 years. I lived with this man for 15 years. He is an engineer with a bachelor's degree and a MBA. He Our oldest child, Aimee, was born after we had been married for four years. Our second, Jack, followed four years later. Until our children were born, I assumed, no I believed, he was a reasonable person with the capacity for logic and reason. This blog is a smattering of the stories and incidents of sheer unadulterated stupidity that have proven me wrong.
