(No, I didn't die or get sucked into a vortex.... I GOT ENGAGED!! I also got a job where writing is 83.5% of my day, so it's like a chef that doesn't quite feel like cooking gourmet meals for herself at home. But, more about that later.....I hope.)
I had a rather awkward experience at my daughter's basketball game today. I was sitting on the bleachers with my fiance, minding our own business, when in walks my ex-husband with his baby momma and proceeds to walk all the way down to where we were sitting. Then around half time, in walks his ex (let's call her First Ex), with whom he cheated on with and had a baby with Baby Momma, and she too proceeds to come all the way down to the end of the bleachers and sit right next to me. She was the first relationship he had right after our divorce and they dated for a few years, so she is very close to my children (thus why she was even at the game). She and I are friendly towards each other; our daughters are about the same age and are sisterly toward each other, and I'm not the one to unnecessarily burn bridges, so I guess you could say we are cool. Baby Momma, on the other hand, HATES this particular ex, and pretty much hates me because she felt like I was taking her and my ex-husband's "side" when they were going through all their back and forth issues. Um, I had nothing to do with any of that, despite the fact that Baby Momma tried to drag me into it against my will.
So here I am, wedged between First Ex and Ex-Husband and Baby Momma. Aw-kw-ard. And of course I'm talking to First Ex, because like I said, we are cool, and she's sitting right next to me. But understanding human nature, I know she still had some bitterness leftover toward the Baby Momma situation, and by her sitting there being friendly with me, I know that also probably brought up some negativity in Baby Momma since she accused me (and my then 12 year old child) of taking sides against her. Not that I allowed it to change my behavior-- after all, I am happily engaged to the man who I believe I was supposed to be spending my life with-- but I started to get a very pawn-like feeling as I sat there and watched my now almost 15 year old play basketball.
One of my most favorite movies is Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. If you haven't seen this fantastically odd piece of movie goodness (which I have seen at least 100 times), basically it's about a guy who has to fight and defeat, video game style, his girlfriend's Seven Evil Exes in order to have a relationship with her. The seven exes have formed a "league" that has agreed to fight Scott. As art often imitates life, I have seen time and time again where the exes of a guy will later become friends, whether or not its for the purpose of engaging in "He ain't shit!" sessions or just because they have something in common. Either way, that's just not my style. Not only do I not want to be out here fighting my ex-husband's current girlfriend, I also have zero desire to form my own League of Evil Exes.
Over the past 6 years, I've been friendly toward my ex-husband's girlfriends, just because there's really no reason not to be, but I was never interested in becoming BFFs with them when they broke up and/or get together to talk shit about him. Baby Momma tried that with me when she broke up with my ex-husband the first (second?) time, and I wasn't having it. There is no need for us to become close friends premised solely on the fact that we used to date the same person and now realize the error of our ways. First Ex and I have more in common than just my ex-husband both professionally and personally, so I don't have a problem being social with her, but we never talk about him. Now, his most recent girlfriend (whom he kicked out of his house around the holidays and then promptly got back with Baby Momma), we really have nothing in common. Again, we were cordial toward each other, but there is really no reason for me to be friends with her after the fact.
I really hope I was reading more into that situation today than what it was, because I don't like feeling like a pawn in the game of emotional chess. But whether it was intentional or not, that's how I felt. Other women may bond with their ex's exes, but personally I want no part of the League of Evil Exes.
I had a rather awkward experience at my daughter's basketball game today. I was sitting on the bleachers with my fiance, minding our own business, when in walks my ex-husband with his baby momma and proceeds to walk all the way down to where we were sitting. Then around half time, in walks his ex (let's call her First Ex), with whom he cheated on with and had a baby with Baby Momma, and she too proceeds to come all the way down to the end of the bleachers and sit right next to me. She was the first relationship he had right after our divorce and they dated for a few years, so she is very close to my children (thus why she was even at the game). She and I are friendly towards each other; our daughters are about the same age and are sisterly toward each other, and I'm not the one to unnecessarily burn bridges, so I guess you could say we are cool. Baby Momma, on the other hand, HATES this particular ex, and pretty much hates me because she felt like I was taking her and my ex-husband's "side" when they were going through all their back and forth issues. Um, I had nothing to do with any of that, despite the fact that Baby Momma tried to drag me into it against my will.
So here I am, wedged between First Ex and Ex-Husband and Baby Momma. Aw-kw-ard. And of course I'm talking to First Ex, because like I said, we are cool, and she's sitting right next to me. But understanding human nature, I know she still had some bitterness leftover toward the Baby Momma situation, and by her sitting there being friendly with me, I know that also probably brought up some negativity in Baby Momma since she accused me (and my then 12 year old child) of taking sides against her. Not that I allowed it to change my behavior-- after all, I am happily engaged to the man who I believe I was supposed to be spending my life with-- but I started to get a very pawn-like feeling as I sat there and watched my now almost 15 year old play basketball.
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| I don't to be a part of The League of Evil Exes |
Over the past 6 years, I've been friendly toward my ex-husband's girlfriends, just because there's really no reason not to be, but I was never interested in becoming BFFs with them when they broke up and/or get together to talk shit about him. Baby Momma tried that with me when she broke up with my ex-husband the first (second?) time, and I wasn't having it. There is no need for us to become close friends premised solely on the fact that we used to date the same person and now realize the error of our ways. First Ex and I have more in common than just my ex-husband both professionally and personally, so I don't have a problem being social with her, but we never talk about him. Now, his most recent girlfriend (whom he kicked out of his house around the holidays and then promptly got back with Baby Momma), we really have nothing in common. Again, we were cordial toward each other, but there is really no reason for me to be friends with her after the fact.
I really hope I was reading more into that situation today than what it was, because I don't like feeling like a pawn in the game of emotional chess. But whether it was intentional or not, that's how I felt. Other women may bond with their ex's exes, but personally I want no part of the League of Evil Exes.
