We have a new baby boy now, another one that looks like his dad; I’m putting the cooch on lockdown because that shit just ain’t fair. I do all the work and he reaps the bennies.

He never talks about her and I don’t bring her up, but every once in a while I wonder. He’s my heart after all and I want him to be happy. I can’t imagine it can be too easy accepting that your mother is a crackpot; now I’m surrounded by family, and he basically has none; all because of one woman’s narcissism.

Denise comes over a lot these days though, which is good. Damien gave her a list of rules that she has to follow or she’s out too. She’s not allowed to mention the hagfish and she’s not allowed to take any news back. Poor thing, she posted pictures of the kids on her Facebook page and haggie pounced and started commenting and shit. I tried to keep it hidden from Damien because I knew it wasn’t Denise’s fault, but good grief you would’ve thought she’d tried to sell them on the black market. She got banned for three months for that one. In the end I had to work on him to get him to let up. Poor girl didn’t have any family left here either since she and rot crotch never got along, and we were all she had. Damien didn’t really give a shit about anything except me and his kids.

If I’d ever doubted him before, well, there was no room for doubt now; he was rock solid and one hundred percent in my corner. If I even sneezed he was there. I think he still harbored guilt for not being there to protect me in the beginning and for not believing me right out the gate. But like I said, now that I have my own little kiddies to worry about, none of that shit really bothers me anymore. I no longer have that gut sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know that when I leave my house with my kids I don’t have to worry about some nut job jumping out of the bushes.

The word through the grapevine before the relocation was that she was fit to be tied when I moved into Her house. I knew that would stick in her craw, and that’s one of the main reasons I decided to make that move. It was the only slap I could take at her since Damien wouldn’t let me twat punch her. Now she has to live everyday knowing that the daughter in law she hates has taken up residence in her coveted family home. I hope it eats a hole in her twisted brain. See, I’m not bitter or anything. I do get immense pleasure out of knowing that she failed though. Troll.

Our lives are full and happy, there’s no tension, like none. The only blips come from the outside world, everyday things that we all face, but our family unit is cruising. Damien and I have not only gotten to know each other now that he’s been home and not half way around the world, but we’ve grown closer than ever. It would kill hagfish to know that all she achieved in the end, was making our bond stronger.

I do wish he’d lighten up a bit though, he seems to think that having kids have somehow changed the world. According to him if I’d seen half the shit he had I would feel the same. I have to remind him that I won’t see shit because he’s made it his mission to stand between me, and everything that he thinks poses a threat. He’s like this big wall of solid mass, my own defensive line.

And to see him with his kids; there are no words.

Justine is his baby, they’re like two peas in a pod, she pretty much has him wrapped around her finger, and he won’t have it any other way. Little Damien is a mama’s boy. Sometimes I hold him close and hope and pray that I never put him through what his grand monster did to his dad. All in all I have to say I won that fight and didn’t even have to throw a punch because of my kick ass hubby and my non-tolerance for bullshit.

DAMIEN

Well I’ve done everything I can to secure my family’s future. I thought the shit would bug me, but I can’t say that I’ve lost any sleep over it. I no longer have a mother, well that’s not entirely true, Jackie does her best to fill that void and I appreciate it, but all I need is my wife and kids. The woman who birthed me no longer exists for me. That was a hard pill to swallow, but that shit she did coming onto the end was the last straw. What she’d hoped to achieve by naming my daughter after her I’ll never know, but only a very twisted mind would even think of doing such a thing.

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