Welcome to the most messed up week of my life.

Monday

I came home one night last week, monday to be exact, to find my the only person in the world that I really hate sitting on my couch feeding my daughter a bottle. I don't want this person (btw's her name is Sunny) near my babies much less holding them. My now ex "significant other" had invited Sunny over. My issues with Sunny are very simple to understand. Sunny was trying to ruin our relationship and she didn't even try to hide it. I took my precious daughter away from Sunny and I calmly and rationally told her to get out of my house that she wasn't welcome there. My daughter and I went to anther room where I finished feeding her, and put her in her bed. I went to the kitchen to put the bottle in the dish washer and glanced out the window over the sink. There they were. In the driveway. Kissing. Not just a little peck on the cheek either. Really going at it. I was absolutely fumming. Yet beleive it or no this is not caused us to break up. Sure it got the train in motion but I believe I could have gotten past this.
These where just the events of one night.
More to come later.