On the next episode of Snapped

While the television show "Snapped" is mostly about women who kill, I find the phrase very fitting for days like I had yesterday.  Not only was yesterday Monday, but it started off poorly in my favor.  I was still reeling from watching Return to Zero and from not going to visit Claire for the first weekend since she became an angel.

Then a client called and placed a large order for workers.  That kept me very busy at work and my stress level increased a bit.

In the middle of filling the client's order, I receive a call from my husbands ex-wife.  Yes, everyone you read that correctly, I said EX-WIFE.  And now you may be wondering why she would be calling me.  On a short note, lets just say I get along with a.k.a. tolerate her for the sake of my stepchildren.  On the phone she is ranting and raving about needing insurance information from Brandon because she got into a car wreck (yes, the kids are fine).  In the divorce, not only did my husband get absolutely slammed on his child support order, he also was mandated to pay her car payments and car insurance because the car still had a lien against it.  We paid her car off in January of this year and handed her the title in February, just days before Claire passed away.  So, when she was told yesterday that we weren't paying for her car insurance anymore she went from human to Medusa in a nanosecond.  I guess she figured we would continue to pay her insurance for her just to be nice?  Um no.  Not happening.  Especially not when she sits at home on her ass refusing to work, lives off of the government and family, and is perfectly capable of looking for work and getting a job.  She isn't disabled, she has transportation (NOTE: We paid for it), and she has three children now.  She is engaged to the guy she cheated on my husband with, and he works.  But let me tell you that she was the same way with my husband.  He worked, and sometimes he worked multiple jobs while she sat at home.  She didn't cook, she didn't clean.  She just sat there while everyone else catered to her.  That shit ain't gonna fly with this wife.  By all means she can be as lazy as she wants but I'm not catering to her lack of responsibility.

After work, I head home, walk in the door only to find out some more information about people I know being irresponsible but I won't name them in this blog.  So that just infuriated me even more.

In the evening, I get Darrell in the shower, take my March of Dimes bracelet off to wash him.  After I dry him all the way off I go to put my bracelet back on and it snapped and flew across the room.  When that happened I snapped too.  I started bawling, tears down my face, snot running out of my nose, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off, head spinning like poltergeist.  I put my son in bed, he looked scared of me.  Then I went a flung myself on my bed and bawled, hysterically bawled my eyes out. My poor husband comes in and starts trying to comfort me.  He said he knew I was a ticking time bomb after I told him about the bracelet.  That bracelet is the one I wear for Claire.  I have more, I ordered plenty but that one went right on my wrist as soon as I got the UPS delivery.  I then accused him of taking her death too easy and not caring.  And that isn't right.  He does care.  I was just being a blatant bitch for a few minutes.  He took it like a boss though.  God, I love that man.  He basically decided how much crazy he could stand in a woman and then married me.

Of course I ended up apologizing to him,  but only after he made me a huge bowl of peanut butter panic ice cream, which the name is very fitting for my little episode.  I went and apologized to my son who wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me close.  I told him I miss Claire,  he said " I know".  So after a day of ranting and raving, and nearly putting together a hit list I still have the love of my two favorite men.

Let's hear it for the boys.