I had the girls invite friends and I invited friends and then took a big breath and told the girls they could invite their dad too. Lots of food, lots of laughter, and, only a moment or two of awkwardness when Eduardo came in.
My friends were kind and graceful...the girls were awkward then fell back to their old ways and soon everyone was laughing again and telling stories, watching bad MTV dance shows and sharing wine and many phone calls to the rest of the family.
All in all, I'm glad I said he could come. I see how he misses being part of the greater family. I divorcied him, not the girls and tho they won't say it outloud, I know it means a lot to them to have some semblance of normalcy in the ongoing life of daughter/dad.
I did promise to not hate. I even tattooedit on my back as a tangible reminder to not only not hate, but to move forward. Can;'t do that if I stay mired in hate.
Actually gave him leftovers ,served with a hug and wishes for a good life. An, I meant it.
It felt good to feel so free of him and the old shit. a toast to the resurrection of Mary.
Cheers
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