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March 2015 Moms
dartc5
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I am a "B word"
dartc5
member
I am a bitch. It's so bad! My hormones are awful. With my first pregnancy I was emotional and cried a lot and had my feelings hurt but with this pregnancy I am so mean and just pissed off... Anyone else experiencing this? How are you dealing? Ps. Tread lightly. Lol 
jk say whatever the hell you want. Maybe we all just need a bitch session?
jk say whatever the hell you want. Maybe we all just need a bitch session? This discussion has been closed.
Re: I am a "B word"
At home it's a different story. My H and SS don't think it is so funny or cute. I also have anxiety, so mixed with pregnancy hormones it's just no good somedays
I try to be very conscious of it, but some days it's just really hard and other days I just don't care.
Yesterday my SS annoyed the crap out of me most of the day. I had to walk away so I wouldn't hound on him all day
Married the love of my life: 5-17-14
BFP:6-27-14
EDD:3-11-15
Step Mom to Z: 4-11-06
IT'S A BOY!!!!!!
Married the most patient man on the planet: May 16, 2009
Me: 30; DH: 30
BFP: June 25, 2014; EDD: March 9/10, 2015
4 fur babies: 2 dogs & 2 cats
I am extremely angry but I try really hard to keep it under control, especially around C because she didn't do anything to deserve it. There is someone I want to take it out on and I'm contemplating whether or not I should do it.
I sent Bigot Hypocrite Liar Ex-Friend from Hell a long e-mail asking her to tell me the truth about everything she's lied to me about. I told her I'd give her a few weeks to think about it and answer me. If she answers completely and honestly, I will forgive her.
It's been almost a week now. I'm sharpening my claws for a monumental verbal attack. I was very kind in my message, but I can be cruel, cruel, cruel. My sense of justice over this whole situation is *aching* for resolution. There is absolutely nothing on this planet that infuriates me more than religious hypocrites. If you want to believe in the Bible, fine. But FUCKING ABIDE BY ITS RULES YOURSELF. If you don't, you are a fucking HYPOCRITE and you are the scum of the earth.
I want her to know what a huge, fucking, evil hypocrite she really is. That is, if she doesn't answer me. But oh boy, would my progesterone-ridden ass love to just lash out and HURT THE BITCH. Make her bleed. Destroy her blackened soul. It makes me feel so good just thinking of it.
And what's crazy is, this is very, very out of character for me. No matter how angry or hurt I am, I never feel the need for revenge. But boy, do I want my revenge now.
The thing is, will I feel like complete shit once the pregnancy is over and my mood's regulated again? Therein lies the issue...
What happened is she compartmentalized C and I into one part of her life (the boozy, fun-loving, let's party and watch Chippendales dance and then go home and get drunk and gossip about everyone we know). Then she compartmentalized her Lutheran friends into another part (volunteering at the homeless shelter, serving as a church counselor, attending services most Sundays, and spending time with church friends doing wholesome Christian things like... I don't know, maybe scrapbooking or something).
We knew she spent time doing churchy stuff but she always promised us she never cared about our sexual orientation and was always super supportive of us as a couple... until she met her fiancé.
THEN she put all the blame on the poor man saying he was the reason we couldn't be in her wedding (claiming he doesn't want gays in the ceremony) and she told us a whole lot of other terrible things about him and made him sound like this tyrant.
So then of course I directed all my rage at her fiancé but the more questions we asked, the less she responded. Finally we turned to her Lutheran best friend for answers, and what she told us was a completely opposite story. That her fiancé was a very good man and let our friend make most of the decisions about their wedding day.
Basically the little bitch lied to C and I about everything and blamed her decisions on her fiancé and I called her out on it. I asked her very clear and specific questions so I could understand what happened and what her thought processes were around it. It is literally her only path to forgiveness with me - and I WILL forgive her if she tells me the truth. She's a chicken shit coward but if she can at least admit it I would feel better.
But yeah. She's a little pastor's wife now in Montana and if she's going to be living that lifestyle she better be honest about her shit. And I will destroy her if she doesn't come clean with her honesty. I think I will let the venom flow. It's building up and I think releasing it would do me some good!
@Michelgesen - I do know that she is absolutely desperate for children. She's never dated anyone before so I don't think she really knows yet how to balance friends and romance. Most of us learned these skills as teenagers. She pretty much married this man for his seed. She was only willing to marry a Lutheran virgin and she finally found one so she jumped on him.
I think she wanted to cut C and I out of the wedding to avoid a perceived scandal from her own Lutheran friends. I don't think the fiancé would've cared much one way or the other. I think she was terrified of her two compartmentalized groups interacting and learning the truth.
I'm glad I took the initiative and contacted the Lutheran best friend. She at least enlightened us on what was going on this whole time. Damn, it was weird. I don't know which side of her is the "real" side, you know? She clearly picked the Lutheran side, at least for now.
But I give that marriage a year or two before it starts fraying at the edges. Then maybe another 4 or 5 years until the inevitable divorce. The divorce rate is just as high for ministers as it is for the rest of the population. I have no reason to believe this will ever work. At least if she gets my forgiveness I'll be there for her when it falls apart. We'll see if she comes through with it.