A Real Dog & Pony Show

So daughter is turning 3. It seems like just yesterday she was born. In fact, when J-Fed and I separated she was only four months old. Now, she's walking, talking and wiping her own ass. That means she's already performing light years beyond her father.

Of course, we can't let her turn three without a party, especially since we had a big bash for eight-year-old daughter's birthday last month. And what a surprise that turned out to be... and not for daughter. Since J-Fed and I were splitting the costs of the party in half, I made the decision early on to tell J-Fed he could bring whomever he wanted to the party. Translation: he could bring The Other Woman (T.O.W.) to daughter's birthday party. It's not like he needed my permission... but seeing as the party was at my house, well, he kinda needed permission.

Since the divorce, the T.O.W.ster had not been welcome at one holiday, party, picnic or gathering -- and with good reason. I couldn't count the number of family festivities that T.O.W. had attended when we were still friends. Birthdays, Christmases, baby showers, surprise parties. There wasn't one that she missed. I think we were just a couple of parties into thing when I started to notice the trend that the real party was going on between her and J-Fed.

Now, I'm sure he'll deny it until the cows come home, but I'm a woman and we sense these things. And by sense I mean, I could see her following around my husband, I could hear her whispering to him, and I could smell her perfume lingering as she tailed him from room to room.
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To say she was like J-Fed's shadow would be an understatement. Of course there were the excuses that she didn't know anybody at these gatherings and that's why she stuck to J-Fed like a fly on shit. But as the injured party and J-Fed's ex-wife I know much better.