The New Girlfriend Wants To Meet Our Son

For those of you who know me or have been following my blog, you may know that I have been with my husband for the better part of 20 years now. Since we met when we were teenagers, we have both had other relationships before we became exclusive. When our Son was born, we were not together at the time. When he was only a few months old, my  husband starting dating someone. I should mention that my husband and I were also neighbors, we lived directly across the street from each other. This made for some very difficult situations. I'm sure you can imagine. Anyway it turned out that I actually liked this particular girl after getting to know her and we became friends and still are to this day. However I wasn't to fond of her at first. I didn't know anything about her to even come to this conclusion. Like most ex's, I just didn't like her cause she "took" my man so to speak (this will deff be another future blog topic)

I'll never forget the day Joe called me to ask if he could bring this new girlfriend over to meet our Son. I was beyond heartbroken. My first thought was to tell the both of them to kiss my ass, that, that day would never come. I knew logically though that I couldn't prevent it from happening. I also knew that if I said no, that I would be the bitch ex that was ruining his life. I couldn't let that happen. I honestly didn't know what to do. I know most girls in this situation would be the bitch. They would refuse this meeting to go down. They would probably say "over my dead body will she ever meet our son" Not me, I refuse to act that way. I refuse to be known to be that way. I would not be the stereotypical ex. There is no way I'd be the "baby momma drama" Hell no. That all being said, I had to have control over this situation. I knew it would happen eventually so I needed to be the "bigger" one. So I took control.

When he first asked me, he wanted me to bring the baby to his house cause he wanted them to have privacy. he didn't want me all up in their faces. Well I didn't want that either but again, I did want some control over this whole event. So I called him back, I told him I was ok with it. Said that they had to come over to my house though and told him I'd go outside for a smoke, I needed a break anyway. That would allow them to have their privacy and not have me lurking around them. We hung up. I brought the baby and his stuff in the living room. Then I got the baby monitor and put it under the couch. They came over. I went outside with the other baby monitor and I listened in on their whole conversation.

In the end, they thought it was nice of me. They expected me to be a bitch about it. I happen to know most girls would have been a bitch about it. I know this cause every time I tell this story (and others) people can't believe it and they say they would have been a bitch. I however am not most girls and i never really do what most girls do. It was a win win situation for everyone. I didn't have to be the bad guy. We didn't even have to fight about it. Years later I told him about it and we laughed about it. We still laugh about it. I have never told her this story but it's very possible that she will know about it now lol

Her and I ended up becoming good friends, we spent a lot of time together. I trusted her with my kid and she trusted me with her car. We trusted each other with our secrets too. No one could believe that I would be friends with the girlfriend of my ex and my Son's Father. This is something that has always bothered me. Why is it that as soon as our exes start dating someone new, we automatically hate that person and talk shit about them? First of all you should get to know someone before you decide how you feel about them. Second of all if you are gonna have issues with someone it should be your ex...not the new partner. I am just glad that I am not like that and that I took the time to get to know her before deciding if I liked her or not. I will cover more on this topic in a future post. I was reminded of this monitor story today and so I thought I'd share.