Nearly 20% of yesterday’s visits to my blog were all made by one person. If you’ve been here a minute or two, you already know I have a stalker: my husband’s ex-wife. You won’t be surprised, then, to hear that the person who single-handedly made up 20% of yesterday’s visits was her.
Cue the stalker jokes, jabs at her craziness, pointing and laughing, right? Nah, not today.
I had a nice Mother’s Day. My husband, stepson, and I went to dinner Saturday night to avoid crowds, then I blissfully slept in Sunday morning. When my husband saw me finally stirring, he hugged me, kissed me, and asked what I wanted to do that day. Later, I talked to my mom and joked around with her and got to hear her laugh at my silly (I mean, hilarious) jokes. I had a lot to do this weekend, but I pushed the to-do list out of my mind and just loved the day.
So seeing all those hits from my stalker on my blog made me sad. Why? Instead of appreciating and enjoying the kids on Mother’s Day, Psycho was madly driven to see if I had written anything, desperate for even a faint and tenuous connection to me and to my husband. Instead of focusing on her own life, she had to cling pathetically to mine. Repeatedly, all day, over and over again. Which means that rarely, if at all, did her mind leave me to concentrate on the kids.
Psycho and my husband have been split up for almost twelve years. I’ll say it again: twelve years. No one remains this obsessed, twelve years later, unless she still has feelings for him. Period. There is no other explanation, pure and simple.
And no one would have such a strong infatuation with me unless she is intensely jealous and perhaps wants to be in my place. Curiosity, just wanting to annoy us, or simple, old-fashioned immaturity would have played out years ago.
Why do we matter so much to her?
Her own life clearly isn’t enough to hold her interest. She can’t stop herself from trying to peek into ours. She can’t stop herself from thinking about me, about my husband, about our life together. And all of that matters much more to her than the kids who are right in front of her.
So, no jokes and smart-ass comments today. For once, I am actually not in the mood for it. All I can think of is how the kids, once again, are getting the short end of the stick and paying the price for things that are absolutely not their fault. And how they deserve much, much better.
Sweat & Sparkle 