Mr B called me Saturday on his home with the baby, waking me up. "She had me come in saying she needed to talk to me." He says.
My heart starts racing...what could it be? Was she going to try and take the baby away? Was she deciding that we could have him? Was she moving to another country? Let me tell you, the next words out of Mr B's mouth were no where in my top million ideas of what she wanted to talk about. "She told me she's a lesbian."
What?!? A lesbian. She couldn't have figured that out three years ago, BEFORE she slept with my husband?
So what now? We already have to explain the baby to our kids, but now his mommy likes other girls. Could my life be any more bizarre?
Here's the kicker...I'm kinda relieved. Like she's not competition anymore. Does that even make sense? I don't think Mr B would make that mistake again, but it's almost like I can see her differently now.
So Mr B and I actually had the conversation of whether she was the "girl" or the "boy". Sad thing is, we don't know...
I sit here writing about her for the first time without crying. It's a weird sensation. No anger, no rage, no betrayal. It seems strange to think that such "out-there" news got me over the hump. Just goes to show, who knows what can happen in a day.