All this ONS talk has got me thinking....imagine a few months down the line W and I decide for whatever reason to go for a roll in the hay for old times sake ..... and.... I wip out a rubber just st the right time.... that my friends would pretty much kill the moment and send a hell of a message ;-) I think that is my new goal now....don't think it would qualify for a DB goal but I am not DBing remember.
I am meeting W tommorow for lunch to discuss house, bank accounts, divorce etc......should be fun. I wonder if she will still want to be friends at this time tommorow.
Hey, if you do have an ONS w/W, you may want to use protection. Not for that reason, but b/c you don't want her getting pregnant if you don't think you will end up together, do you??
Glad to hear from you....good luck with the lunch tomorrow.
ohhhhh BBJ what a setup....let me be nice and just say that W has had her tubes tied.....I would much rather have used a female dog analogy but I realize that I am a dog lover.
You see how nice I can be K?
John210 aka "povero fessa" (which is what my italian buddies would call me right about now / roughly translated ... poor fool)
My W also had her tubes tied when D6 was born via C section. She then wanted me to get my operation. I went to the doctor to discuss it and told him W's reasoning - that if we ever got D'd she did not want me to ever father a child with another woman. Needless to say, the doctor refused to do the operation and said that my W was incredibly selfish.
Kerry, imagine the guys on the Sopranos....would they say hey povero fessa ....or.... OOOHH povero fessa. You see the difference...repeat after me "OOOOHHH foget aboud it".
By the way when your W asked you about the operation and gave you her reasons, did it send out a warning signal? or si this all inin retrospect/
It's been years, but I think the answer is lots of combing with a lice comb. I didn't think much of pesticide in a kid's hair. We may have used oil to help with the combing, it has been a long time.
W called this AM to speak with D7.....looks like we all took the insecticide shampoo for prcautionary measures. D7 seems to be doing better....much less itchy scalp. Anyhow, W asked to speak to me which was unexpected. Seemed like old times. She basically wanted to get some work things off her chest. She still uses me to vent. I just listened and validated ...not because I want something in return but simply because my interest in her business has diminished significantly..(as a matter of fact, I felt like interupting her monologue with a "Alex, i'll take things I don't give a $h!t about for $500 please). Don't get me wrong, I really hope she does well physically, emotionally and financially but I am not in the mood. Just tried to check my messages at my old # and it seems that W changed the password.....for some reason that pissed me off a little. I have been gone a week....people still call me at that number. Getting ready for this afternoon's encounter which should be interesting. I will try to be as cordial as possible....after all we are friends.
Meeting went pretty well....house is on the market...dividing assets evenly (ok so i contributed alot more but what the hey) joint bank accounts will be taken care of ...so all in all I can't complain. Spoke about D7 and how W never wants D7 to be without either parent whenever she wants. We do live roughly 45 miuntes apart but who knows what the future holds....W did seem to have a little remorse / guilt. When I complimented her on her looks, she said soemthing like yeah but I am mean. W had tears in her eyes when she seemed overwhelmed with some work stuff and I offered to help. She accepted....I said I would work for sex. So who knows we may be able to be friends afterall....and I may have to get some protection from the drug store :-)
