Yesterday, we talked about the possibility of me meeting with the kids' dad's therapist. You seemed to want to allay my fears, ease my anxiety. You were lovely and thoughtful and kind.

Thing is, I realized today: I am not anxious. I'm not afraid any more. You know what I am? I am pissed off. I am resentful that I have to go through with this in the first place because the kids' dad can't be a f***ing grownup.

That would have been a good conversation to have yesterday. I really need to stop making excuses for him. Even if he's afraid, it doesn't excuse being an a$$hat.