So my son's father told me he received an email. He copied me on it. He asked if this is wh at I meant by her not letting things go and trying to start trouble. I told him... to be his own judge but he is right. I am crying. Not because I believe what the words say, but because I still love her and hoped one day she'd quit being so stubborn and we could work things out. I don't know where she is getting her information from other than making it up in her head. Copy of Email: Timmy, I want to say congratulations!!! Second of all I want to say I am Millisa Thomason's cousin, Jeanna, I live down the road from her. Anyway I want to say I am sorry you had a baby with such a fucking psycho!! Yes, she is my cousin and all but she is NOT in my life in any way shape or form. I truly believe getting pregnant by you was to try and trap you in a relationship with her. I also believe you are Noah's dad, he looks just LIKE you!! I hope she does not try and fuck up your life...
I'm so happy that Noah won't remember certain things being that he is so young. But it saddens me that he won't have some of our family and friends in his life at a later point in our life. Things happen for a reason and I truly believe that but it sucks. But even now I don't want them back because they have broken MY trust for them in what they did before all the crap that went down that Sunday. I'm done with them and wished they would stop talking/gossiping/accusing me of things. Noah and Caiden got to spend the entire week almost -- together. They are too cute and I got their pictures done with Dave. We had a hard time because trying to get a 14 and 18 month old boys to smile and sit together is almost impossible.
So this weekend has been raining from Friday afternoon till now and it still continues on. I've been doing some much needed relaxing and napping with Noah too. I am so tired and exhausted, not just by the normal's, but by other things as well. I said I was doing the ignoring before, but I got drawn back in by the 'semi-niceness' only to be drug down again. I won't allow myself to feel so much anger and hate for one person. I can't. My son can see and feel the mood I am in and that is not good. So from now on, I refused to accept emails or any form of communication from Jeanna. I can't seem to find a common ground and its not to say that we couldn't, but she gets 'ideas' from her other friends that don't like me either and I just want her to talk to me and not involve any one else. But she can't so I let it all go and hope that one days YEARS from now things may be different. Noah is saying more words now. He says "JeIka...
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