I was this close to being late for court this morning. And then I saw him. Nolan is a piece of shit, he treated me like shit, he never really had a job and he’s the definition of a man slut. He once bragged about cheating on me with 69 other girls, in 2 years.
I was walking toward the courthouse from one direction and he was walking from the other, our paths were bound to cross, even if I didn’t intervene, but I did. I purposely walked to the other metal detector so I was forced to walk right past him. I don’t think he noticed me, it has been almost 12 years, but he hasn’t changed a bit. It was scary. Not scary as in something bad might happen, but scary as in I didn’t know what to do with the emotions and thoughts running through my head. We had a roller coaster relationship, most of which I’ve repressed, and it’s not something I’d ever like to revisit but word on the street is that he’s pined after me all these years, made me the gold standard. So when I got back to the office I did some more research to try to find out why he was at that particular courthouse on this particular day. Turns out it was a weapons charge, a "dagger" according to the criminal complaint. And he applied for a marriage license on August 18th. So he’s married now. Only four illegitimate children later. I’m so glad that fate had only one meeting in 12 years planned for us.
Jason went to pick Nathaniel up from daycare today and when he got home he was IN A MOOD. He wouldn’t let me love him or even touch him, he screamed every time I tried to get near him.

After a very small dinner of Manwich and string cheese he was in a bit of a better mood and we played for a while until bedtime. He’s getting so much better about going to bed in his firetruck. He doesn’t cry or destroy his room anymore. Even when he wakes in the middle of the night he doesn’t get out of bed, he just cries out for a minute and goes back to sleep. What a good boy.