Grace and Class

I hate Josh. I mean, HATE. I hate what he's done to me, and especially to our boys. I think he is a selfish, disgusting, awful human being.

My mantra since the beginning of all of this has been, "Grace and Class." I am going to handle all of this with Grace and Class. Well, that's all well and good until I'm up four nights in a row at 3 a.m. with a 2-year-old who is screaming, "I WANT MY DADDY!" and I'm getting calls from the 4-year-old's school because he's acting out and they BOTH are constantly asking me when I'm going to leave them...

So I sent him a series of very, very nasty texts tonight. I told him he's ruining our children and that he's destroyed our lives. Not so graceful or classy. But I felt like he needed to hear how much he's hurt me and, more importantly, is hurting our boys.

Asshat.

I'm filing for divorce sometime in the next three weeks. I never, ever, in a million years thought my life was going to turn out like this.