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| Dealing with DOPEY |
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| Back I came Sydney december 6th and began to build Bridges with my splintered family. I wanted to: * settle the older children so they could finish High School, and it was obvious noone was doing well without me there. * get Dopey back into paid employment and off government benefits, and out of the place he had been living in into affordable accomodation. None of this I did for HIS sake... this was for the children. In three months Dopey had bankrupted a thriving business; easy to do when you squander every penny that comes in, go on paying wages, and never send an invoice. * I wound up the company and began to find out what he had been saying about me. * And I worked. Up to 80 hours a week I worked and any moment NOT working was spent with one or all of my children..building, rebuilding... sorting, supporting, helping, and making right what I had hurt. it has been a long haul. TWO years of hard work for everyone, whether they wanted it or not. I promised the children I would be honest with them, but they are angry with me every time I am...but they are getting better. They both finished High School with excellent results, and have found within themselves the steel needed to survive anything life can throw at them. Unwillingly, they have HAD to grow up have been tried tested and proven... I know that no matter what happens to me they will do better than okay...and they will look after each other...all of them. I mended the relationship with my Mother and sister. In fact there is a more honest relationship all around than ever before, for everyone. I have resisted the temptation to sue Dopey for custody of the little ones because he does love them. HIS way is certainly not my way, but he is not my first husband. They are the only children he will have so aside from his slimeyness and his grasping self interest I have to remember that , and despite my LOATHING be a little generous. PLUS they love him. Dopey lacks couth. He never fails to approach me even publicly without an opening gambit of "how about a blowjob?" or "There are some BITZ of you I will always miss." with a leer. He makes my flesh crawl. |
| Tracking and defining ME |