guess the news of ex getting married and how he chose to not tell the kids beforehand has sunk in enough to penetrate the amusement I felt this weekend. I spent the drive home from work today thinking about how now I’m going to have to be the better parent, yet again.
And I started to feel the resentment grow. So I admitted it to myself, that I felt that way. It kinda pisses me off, too. Not that ex and wifetress are married. I don’t care about that. I’m actually surprised it took this long.
Bu now, because of how little consideration their dad has shown for my kids in regards to them suddenly finding out they have a stepmom, after the fact, I feel like I need to go above and beyond, and not screw my kids up any more than they already have been by their dad.
Which is stupid thinking, because really, I’m not going to do anything different than the way I would have done things prior to getting another example of how ex is not father of the year material. Somehow, though, it still feels like I’m cleaning up after yet another one of ex’s messes. At least now I don’t have to make excuses to the kids about him. The kids are old enough, and way more than smart enough, to see through the excuses.
And I am not a perfect parent. I will make mistakes. But I am the better parent. My children will know ahead of time if and when I get married again, and they will be included in any wedding plans I make. They are two of the most important people in my life. I can’t fathom not including them in such an important event as my wedding.