Stepbomb: When I think of Easter, egg hunts, yellow Peeps and that annoying fake grass spring to mind. Not World War III.
It all started with this kid at school (I like to call him "Google") who told my husband's daughter that the Easter Bunny was a bust. The kids were with us for Easter this year, so she came home and asked her dad the dreaded question, "Is the Easter Bunny real?" He told her the truth, then welcomed her to "the club" and told her that she could help keep the dream alive for her younger sister.
But then she came to me later and wanted my two cents. She felt silly for telling Google he had it all wrong. And as I gave her advice on how to handle the "mean girls" who'd made fun of her when she'd argued with Google, I wished the ex would be OK with the fact that I'd talked to her daughter about it. But I knew that nothing short of "you should really discuss this with your mom" would satisfy her. I thought to myself, Was I wrong to give her daughter advice? Was I assuming her role?
I suggested that my husband let his ex know about the E.B. discussion as soon as possible. We were still knee-deep in the custody battle, so he decided to e-mail her. We spent a painstaking amount of time crafting the letter to the ex, and when he pushed "send," we felt good about it and hoped she'd understand ....
"You're a piece of sh*t and you and your wife did this to hurt me." (That's the CliffsNotes version.)
We just looked at each other and shook our heads.
And now I can only pray that when their daughter gets her period, is asked on her first date or hits any other major milestone in her life, she's with her mom when it happens. But if she's not, what do I do if she comes to me?
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