In the beginning...

  They knew each other as kids, dated a short period of time in their late teens/early twenties, she got pregnant so they got married.  So they should have lived happily ever after...right?  Um, no.  Unfortunately for the kids, this is not a Disney movie; this is real life.  They had stupid parents who got pregnant without planning it, flew by the seat of their pants, acted young and dumb, had a second kid together and ended up getting divorced.

  The Ex filed for divorce the first time (Yes, there was more than the "first" time) when she was nine months pregnant with their daughter.  Their daughter was born, they decided to "work it out" and had the divorce action dismissed.

  Two years later, The Ex filed for divorce again.  Again, they decided to "work it out" for the kids.

  A mere seven months later, she filed for divorce the third time.  She actually approached him at some point during the proceedings, claiming she wanted to work it out and that she still loved him.  He told her no, he was done; they were getting divorced and there was no stopping it this time.

  In the middle of their constant make-up/break up relationship, they would be happy; then they would start fighting, she would kick him out and/or he would move out, they would start seeing other people because their marriage was "over," they would decide they missed each other and get back together, and then repeat.

  And then after the divorce was finalized, I entered the picture.  I'm sure in some crevice of her mind, The Ex thought that eventually my husband would realize the error of his ways(Or something) and they would reunite and be oh-so-happy forever and ever and ever.  Wait, she did think that.  She actually told him that.  She said she was going to lose weight and look amazing and he would "realize what he lost" and he would regret the divorce and would try to come back and blah blah blah blah blah.  Well honey, it's eight years later - you're not any skinnier and he has yet to lose even a minute of sleep over you.  But I digress...

  The entire point of this blog is exactly as the title says - no matter what goes wrong in her life, no matter what failures she has, no matter what she could have done differently, it all circles back to the same exact thing:  It's All My Husband's Fault.

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