07/03/2025
Part 2
Iâm no angel.
Nobody is â unless youâre dead and in heaven. But thatâs not the point of this post.
I was reminded of a time when someone â a close family relative â told me you had been asking about my eldest daughter, as if you were digging for dirt. You wanted to know if they were aware that I was a widow and had a child from a previous marriage. The way you asked wasnât out of curiosity â it was laced with malice.
So let me set the record straight: I never hid my past. Iâve always been open about my life â that I was a widow, that I had a child from my first marriage. My daughter had a father, and we were married twice. I had a different life back then â a happy one â until fate took a cruel turn and my husband passed away too soon. Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade.
Then there's your version of that night â the one where I supposedly caused a scene by throwing something at my husband in front of others because I wanted to go home and rest with my son. Yes, it happened. I wonât deny it. But hereâs what you conveniently leave out: my husband, ignoring our needs, chose drinking over going home. Was it my proudest moment? No. But if standing up for my childâs well-being meant making a scene, then so be it â no apologies.
You often preach about never being rude to the father of your children or his family. Itâs honestly mind-blowing how boldly you can lie in public. If we ever made a scrapbook of your public fights, the physical injuries, and the emotional turmoil youâve caused, it would be a long, painful read â though I doubt anyone has the time or patience to flip through that mess.
I even remember the night of my mother-in-lawâs wake. Out of respect â since you are, after all, the mother of my brother-in-lawâs kids â you were given the chance to speak. It was a moment to offer a final apology to her. But instead, you used that platform to justify your toxic "marital" fights â though letâs be honest, youâve never been married. You were a constant source of stress for my mother-in-law â from her diagnosis to her final days.
Let me be clear â Iâm not without faults. Iâve made mistakes, but I am not the villain in your twisted version of events. You, however, have crossed lines time and time again.
Itâs exhausting to see you paint me as the bad guy to anyone willing to listen. And to this day, I still wonder â what exactly did I ever do to you?
Then again, when I look at how you treat the father of your children and his family, it all makes sense.
At the end of the day, we all have our battles. What matters is whether we face them with honesty â not by twisting the truth to suit ourselves.
However, some battles arenât meant to be fought alone. I genuinely hope you consider seeking professional help again â not just for yourself, but for the people around you. Itâs never too late to work on yourself⊠unless, of course, you think youâre already perfect â in which case, thereâs nothing anyone can do for you.
I guess that's about it. I've covered just about everything. The next time that you feel you can step on me or take me on, think again.
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