I Hate My Ex Wife And Holidays Are The Hardest

She gets the kids for the 4th of July this year, so I'm here alone, lost in my thoughts.

I was in the delivery room holding her hand, doing the breathing exercises we'd practiced, when our third child crowned. In a few seconds, it was evident that the baby was hispanic. I started crying and left the room. Some young Mexican dude was hanging around in the hall.

I later learned that he was the father. My wife, then 36, had gotten with her personal trainer, then 19.

They are still together and have had more babies.

My ex-wife was a fucking slut.

It's even hard being with our two kids sometimes. They rave about how cool their "other dad" is. He's always buying them stuff.

A few weeks ago, my youngest told me they would soon have a new baby brother or sister. Apparently my ex-wife just started showing, and her partner is constantly patting and kissing her baby bump.

It's getting to the point where I might give up my share of the kids and just let their mom and the new guy raise them. Hearing this shit is too painful.

Happy 4th of July!