So my ex had my son this weekend and today I found out they went to see a minor league baseball game. He said that after the game he would drop my son off.

First, some back story. I am convinced that when we were married, that he cheated on me. I am also convinced I know who it was. There was an incident when we were in college where one of our friends was very flirty with him all the time and was somewhat of a tease. In my attempt to appear cool and not jealous, I let it happen. So one night we were all hanging out and got really drunk and he exposed himself to her in the hall and then disappeared for hours. I should have broken up with him right then. Anyway, I still wanted to appear to be "the coolest girlfriend ever" so I finally let it go.

Fast forward to today. I see the car drive up, so I open the door to greet them. OMG. SHE gets out of the car.

First of all, I haven't seen her in years and I intended to keep it that way. Secondly, I have been noticing a lot of flirting between them on Facebook, triangling with my ex's new wife. It gives me a sick feeling in my stomach. Now, maybe there is no triangle between them, but when I was with him, she kept showing up at weird times and it seemed like they had this epic forbidden love story going on between them. So I am the first to admit that I get paranoid about things, so maybe she is just a friend, but when he and I were engaged he passed a disease on to me. I had never in my life been with anyone else EVER, and he didn't pass this to me until three years into our relationship. (Fortunately, it cleared up with antibiotics and I have no lasting effects)

So today to have her standing in my house, with him, the new wife and my son was very weird. I am actually rather triggered by it to tell you the truth. I don't need her judging me and my disgusting messy house, hair that hasn't been done in a week, weight put on from meds...

I can just picture them all in the car talking about me. "Oh, poor _____ she is bipolar and such a mess...etc."

The thing that pisses me off the most is that I happen to know she lives right in my town and they totally could have dropped her off first!

Seeing her on Facebook is one thing, having her in my house is quite another. I feel like I have been contaminated.

And, I was nice and invited them all in to sit for a few minutes and they declined. So, I know I did the right thing.

I wish I could puke.

My home is MY home and he doesn't get to bring whoever he wants into it!