Friday, March 7, 2014

Here comes the.... what!

Today my ex-husband got re-married.   To be completely honest,  it is meaningless to me as I really truly never had feelings towards him deep enough to stay married to him or try to.    I have to say though that all can I think about is the person he has chosen to wed. 

Let me begin by saying that in no way am I one to throw stones about looks.  Truly not  at all.  However, this isn't about looks, it's about having respect for oneself.  It's about my son, my 11 year old HIGHLY impressionable son.   This new step-mom, the whole concept is hard for me to digest.  She seems to have no morals, or common decency.   She's horrifyingly crude, vulgar and obscene with all her Facebook posts.  It only makes me cringe to think what she must be like in person.  As I have no had the "pleasure" of meeting this person. 

Where to start?   Hm.... well, she has a tongue ring that she enjoys showing off in pictures which usually include a very vulgar comment. Her sense of humor is beyond obscene and her choice in expression is, just not child friendly.  I suppose having no children.... well yet, she doesn't know any better.  I guess??  Before I had children however, I never would dream of acting the way she does though. 

So today is her wedding day.  You think, flowers, wedding dress, walking down the aisle, you think, exchanging vows, bridesmaids, reception, love, respect.  Most people do anyways, I mean, at least that's what I always thought, that's the general theme of a wedding.  I mean,..... isn't it??

Okay, so this evening, as I was wondering if my ex-husband actually followed through with the wedding today as he told me about earlier this week.  I checked out his facebook page and there was nothing new on it, except I DID notice HER profile picture had changed. So, I clicked on it as it was too small to read and I opened it big and this is what is said:


 
 
I'll let you all digest that now.
And let your eyebrows come down a few inches. 
 
I had no words either.
I still don't.
All I think about is my son.
And how he is now going to be exposed to this type of mentality every other weekend.
And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
And, I'm just sick inside.
And I just know they'll breed. :(  UGH


 
 

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