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first and foremost, a MOTHER

I know he is looking at me from the other side of the room, I should say, observing. I am kneeling on the floor, where LittleDumbass is having a full blown tantrum in the middle of MissAttitude’s birthday party – after all, is not easy being the only boy surrounded by 20 Beyonce’s wannabes.

He wants more soda; he knows soda is a special treat and he had enough and he ain’t getting more, so if he is thirsty, he is getting water. He throws himself on the floor and starts screaming.

I know he, from afar, is looking at me and observing my reaction. I know what he would do in this situation, but I know my son so I do whatever I know it works with him. I whisper softly in his ear to calm him down, while I rock him in my arms. With LittleDumbass the diversion technique always works like a charm.

My sweet little goldfish…

On my way to the kitchen I raise my eyes and my eyes find his, and they see nothing and they see a lot at the same time. He will always blame me for disrupting his perfect life, how, – if you ask him – I stole everything from him. I know, and a part of me doesn’t care because I know where the blame is, but another part thinks it is pretty fucking unfair.

Behind his blank look, I see, like I have seen before, how he wished my life would had taken a different turn when I left him.

Sometimes I believe he wished I would turned into a desperate woman seeking comfort in bars, smoking, drinking, getting different men in the house, neglecting our children. Sometimes I believe he would like to find an excuse to blame me for ruining our lives – to shift the fact that it was his abusive behavior what broke our family.

After more than three years, I wonder if he has found that excuse, but I seriously doubt it.

I will never deny the power this man had – and has – in my life. After all, he is the father of my children. And these children came to this world because they were wanted, and came to this world to my full knowledge that the rest of my life would revolve around them. Thing is, he never came to terms that his life could revolve around nobody else than himself.

Today he is not thrilled to be there, but since I asked him to help me out right in front of his new wife and baby, he now has to live up to some standards and confirms his assistance.

LittleDumbass is perfectly happy now with his water. He runs to him and to me giving alternate hugs. He is oblivious to the sharp air between his parents, or maybe not, but I want to keep believing that he is. MissAttitude is a whole different story. She is older and she has seen things. She keeps sending glances from the side of the room every second he sees us less than 2 meters apart from each other, because she knows that close distance between us is not always the closeness you want see in your parents, and one time that distance was so close that he had to be officially told that he wasn’t allowed to keep that close distance no more. And she was there and now she watches and gets on alert, because that closeness is was as volatile as wet dynamite and she better not let her guard down… just in case…

Parents come to pick up their kids; people I see on a daily basis, people I get to comment on some school friendly gossip, people I get to joke about stuff. He stands there, unable to participate because he has no idea of any school gossip, nor he knows any joke going around with the parents, and for that matter he simply doesn’t know most of the parents.

I think about introducing him to them – but then I don’t; I just think that maybe would be a better idea if he introduced himself a little more in her daughter’s life so he would know those people by default so no more introductions would be needed.

All and all, I wonder what goes on really deep down in his head, in his heart. Does he hate me more now because his children are growing happy and healthy, being raised solely by their mother alone? Would he like more if I was a failure and I neglected them?

He keeps forgetting that I am, first and foremost, a MOTHER.


16 Comments Post a comment
  1. *smile* Whoever said living good is the best revenge was petty, the fact is, living good is merely divine. It is living good, being happy and making it through. Revenge is what “they” were hoping you would seek, what you may have thought you wanted at one point, when they still mattered. Once they no longer matter, when the pain and bruises are gone, revenge is of no importance, living good has nothing to do with them. Sometimes I just want to send him a note, let him know that, so he doesn’t mistakenly think my life now is not my revenge against him, it is just MINE! Glorious, simple, MINE!

    October 5, 2010
  2. what wicked shawn said. that’s true empowerment! being a bigger, stronger, wiser person is always so liberating. knowing who you are and what is really important to you is real strength. continuing the battle, trying to win a useless war is always meaningless.

    happy birthday missattitude! you have a kick-ass mommy. ♥

    October 5, 2010
  3. I had to take a moment for a good cry before I could even find the keyboard in front of me. These are not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness and relief. Relief for you and for me. Relief that you got away and are this amazing person and mother. Relief for me that I got away from mine long before I ever became a wife and mother. Happiness for us both for not only surviving and living well, but that we have such a great group of women in our lives for support…some of whom we have never actually met. 😉 I hope to meet you and Wicked Shawn both some day. Maybe the three of us can take a wicked vacation together.

    October 5, 2010
  4. Ahhhh… my awesome girls!!

    wickedshawn, pattypunker and gadgerson… very smart and true what you say: being a bigger, stronger, wiser person is always so liberating and my life is MINE, now.
    Gadge, you are so right: getting the support thought these lines, with people that we havent had a physical contact yet… well, at some point, one day we all need to get together for sure and celebrate life!

    October 6, 2010
  5. MT #

    ……og ei god ei også tenkjer eg.

    Teksta di her er sterk,spesielt berører det meg beskrivelsen du har om jenta di si vàrheit.

    Marieklem i kvelden

    October 6, 2010
    • takk, Marie

      jeg ikke har mye støtte, slik at noen ganger det er hyggelig å høre.

      Hun alltid overvåker, men jeg er den eneste som ser det. Jeg lurer mange ganger hva hun tenker, hva føler hun. Jeg lurer på om når hun er en kvinne -nei, en mor, vil vi snakke om hva skjedde. Jeg vet at hun husker, og jeg vet at hun er lojal til begge foreldre, og hun vet at jeg respekterer det.

      Jeg lurer også på om hun vet at jeg skal alltid beskytte henne (og gutten) med negler og tenner.

      Mye luring, ikke sånt? Men sånn er til å være en mamma, synes jeg 🙂

      *STOR klem*

      October 6, 2010
  6. Tom G. #

    Wow. You are not only a wonderful mother, you are also a very talented writer. This was a tremendously touching story.

    October 7, 2010
  7. MT #

    Eg tenkjer at dattera di er heldig som har ei mamma som ser at ho ser,at ho er vàr”.

    Som mødre,- og fedre trur eg det er viktig å ta imot, på ein open måte,alle spørsmål og “anklager” våra vaksne barn har/får om/frå eigen barndom.
    Eg trur at barn absolutt veit når nokon kjempar for dei med nebb og klør 🙂

    October 7, 2010
  8. Wow. The last sentence pulls everything together and gives it an awesome awesome punch that tops everything else.

    October 18, 2010
  9. charmaine #

    I will keep it simple: You inspire me with your words.

    November 3, 2010
  10. MT #

    Frå ei mor til ei anna mamma,-Gratulerer med morsdagen 🙂


    February 13, 2011

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