I try to be a good person. I don’t get involved in other people’s lives. I do what I can to help people in need. I love my boyfriend and I would like him to be the father of my children.
What lies beneath is my hatred. My hatred of his ex wife and his son. I know the child has no fault but I can’t seem to like him. I’ve never met him. His mother doesn’t want me to meet him. But I hate them. I wish she would die. I wish it and wish it and I have wished it for the kid but I felt bad and let it go. I just hate him still. But her I wish she would just die. You might say then it’s not real love. Part of me wants to get revenge on him for lying to me.
This hatred I cannot seem to let it go. It’s only been a few months.