My little internal monologe pissing me off so much that I almost got up and left, but my sons were too excited to have me there, so I ignored their mom and played with them . She tried taking them into her room to get away from me after their bath, but I wasn't having it.
"Why are twins going in there? I'd like to see my sons before they goes to sleep for the night, seeing as how I have so much missed time to make up for. I have no plans on ever being anywhere as intimate as a bedroom with someone like you, so please stick to places where I can reach my boys, thank you." I hated that she didn't answer me, just nodded her head, kept it down, and went back to the nursery.
I gritted my teeth and folded my fists in anger. She was acting the way she used to when we first met. Timid, like a grey mouse, in fact, that's what I used to teasingly call her. I'd never met anyone before her who went out of their way to be nonexistent in a room full of people. It's especially rare in my experience, for someone who looks like her.
My ex, for all that I hate her guts, is the most exceptionally beautiful human being I've ever laid eyes on. She has the kind of soft beauty that you could just stare at for hours on end without pause, and her body, that perfect willowy shape that having my children, hadn't changed much except in the chest area. From what I can see beneath the baggy clothes she was back to wearing, her body was still as slender and perfect as I recall.
No, don't go there. I pulled back from going down that slippery slope and went back to wondering what had happened to all the hard work I'd done to drag her out of her shell. It had taken months of me working with her one on one since she was terrified of going to a therapist and she'd made great progress.