I don’t harbor any hatred for my ex.
I’ve simply established boundaries to safeguard my peace.
But I’m also not heartless.
I genuinely want to maintain a cordial relationship.
Yet, there are moments when I wish I could be unapologetically selfish.
He’s currently staying at his sister's place, an hour away.
During the week, he comes over to visit the kids. With winter here, we agreed he would come, help put them to bed, and then head back home. That gives me some well-needed “me time” — the chance to relax on the deck with my bong, enjoy a game of pool, take a shower without interruptions, and tackle my own laundry.
Last night, as the snow kept pouring down, I felt a pang of guilt when the kids finally fell asleep. I told him he could stay in since the roads were worsening.
Why does my kindness always seem to backfire? And why am I so unexpectedly nice after enjoying my nightly indica?
I really should consider waiting to smoke until after he’s left — maintaining that indifference feels better for my peace than compassion ever could.
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