I don’t have much to add after the last big “I am woman hear me roar“.
That was the easy part. The running on anger and adrenaline and shock value.
Now comes the reality.
The – oh. He hasn’t called – I’m not important yet. Dammit.
The – wtf, he just drove by and didn’t stop? Oh right. Not important. Yet. Dammit.
He came in and finished Alex’s floor and set up his bed while I was travelling the states to bring him back to me.
Today, after more mentions of The Dude and his boys than I could bear from my little one, I sent a single text, “Alex is asking for you.”
He made sure to come by and see him for a few minutes. Treating him with all the love and care he always has.
The Dude treats my boy with respect and love. We’re not quite there with me.
The Other Dawn
I am so very proud of you. My mom always told me, “we teach people how to treat us.” I have found it to be true… whenever someone is treating me like crap I can usually see that there was a downhill slide– little transgressions I let pass, mostly out of desire to keep someone close or not rock the boat. I am glad you are teaching the Dude how to treat you, that you value yourself, and won’t settle for less than you deserve as a person.
I hope he’s not teaching Alex how to treat you. You deserve better. You deserve