My ex husband is an awesome and loving man.

I mean REALLY. He is devoted as a father, and a friend, and a son, and a brother, etc.

We married WAY TOO YOUNG. That was our crime. We communicated badly, fought for no reason, and couldn't understand each other. WHAT A MONSTER. (joking)

Anyway, we separated and divorced, and realized we are way better friends than lovers. We are even better parents now without all the animosity.

So yeah. We have grown. I got remarried. He was sad but accepted it. He knew it didn't change what he and our sons had. How could it? He's the man. I think highly of him.

Have you guys read all my posts yet? If not, I should tell you that he is HOW I WAS MARRIED TO when my now-husband was my friend. He always new my now-husband's daughter. We used to babysit her.

My ex hubby fell in love with the girl and felt for her plight...like I did. Even when I married her dad. My ex stayed involved, spent time with her, etc.

You get the idea: very blended family.

The one day, the SD comes to me and says, "(blank) touched me funny."

Me: "What?! Are you serious?!

Her: "Yes. I think he is touching me funny. I don't like it."

I walk away.

Not because I think she is a liar, but because I believe her. I know what she's been through!!! Someone has to believe her! This time, a woman will understand, and believe, and take up for her!

STEP MOM TO THE RESCUE!!!!

The next week, on a Wednesday when the ex comes to pick up the boys, I am ready to have a "little" talk with him. Shit, I am ready to call the POLICE.

Before he and I can talk, he heads to the back of the house to get his kids.

I wait. And wait. And wait.

About 10 minutes later, I am shaky and fit to be tied from my anxious feelings, so I head back into the bedrooms to see what is taking him so long.

I walk down the hall and hear his voice, and kids' voices. I walk gentler. I am now sneaking.

I get to the very back room, which belongs to my youngest son. I peek around the corner.

My ex hubby is laying on our youngest son's bed, curled up with him as the child plays a video game. Our baby explains what is going on, "Look, dad, now I have to jump and get the points!"

The our youngest says, "I gotta get up! I am going to beat the bad guy! Watch dad! Watch!"

My ex laughs, says OK, and watches.

You know what though? The SD is sitting in the corner, watching.

AS SOON AS MY SON GETS UP AND MOVES, SHE WALKS OVER AND CLIMBS ONTO THE BED.

She grabs the comforter from the bottom, where its folded back, and begins to pull it up OVER BOTH SHE AND MY EX.

She lays down and begins to scoot back into a spooning position, the covers in her hand.

I am about to say something, about to reveal that I've been watching, but then...

My ex says, "Hey, hon, why don't you sit on the floor with (blank)? That'd be more comfortable for you."

Her: "No, I like to be close to you."

I walk in then and say, "Hey, girl, you and I are going to have a talk. NOW."

She follows me outside after a lot of "innocent questions".

I bring her to her dad. I say, "Tell him what just happened."

She says no.

I tell her, "Tell you dad and me if (blank) is actually touching you."

She says yes.

I then tell her to tell her dad what I just saw....what she KNOWS I just saw.

THEN SHE BREAKS.

"I'm sorry. I know what I said, but I don't like how he touches his sons!!!!"

I asked, "Does he touch them in a bad way? Does he? Does he touch you in a weird way?"

Her: "No....he didn't touch me bad. He isn't bad to the boys. I just said that."

Me: "Why?"

Her: "I don't know. Maybe I just made stuff up. Maybe I just wanted to. Maybe I imagine it. Who knows?"

I WAS READY FOR HIM TO GO TO PRISON AND GET ASS RAPED BY MEN NAMED GUNTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I then asked her, "What would have happened if I would have called 911? What would happen if the boys hated their dad for what you said?!"

SD said, "I don't know. I didn't think that far ahead I guess. I just wanted to say it."

THIS WAS WHEN SHE WAS 12. That was nearly three years ago, but seemed like yesterday.

And once? Once she told her dad that she'd call the cops on him if he didn't stop the car that was taking her to camp. He asked what she would tell the cops.

She said, "I'll tell them you do things to me. Bad things."

Yeah, folks. You heard. I ONLY WISH I WAS LYING.

This was LAST YEAR AFTER SHE'D BEGGED TO GO TO CAMP.

*sigh*

*deep breath*

Might be evil? That's what I have called my posts/blogs. MIGHT BE EVIL. No way, sisters and gents. THE GIRL IS EVIL.

PERIOD.

And you know what? I think I have to change my life. I think I have ti change what my kids have seen and been around. I think it's time I stood on my own two feet, no matter how scared I am to do it.

Because this shit isn't right.

I didn't create this, and yet I pay for it. My kids didn't do this and they have to live with the choices other people have made. Even my ex has had this evil thing over his head, and he did nothing to deserve it.

Wow. Oh, wow. EPIPHANY.