I never would have imagined that I would do so much posting. I suppose its because most of my friends and family are so against the wife and I getting back together.
Like I told karen, that IS why we're here, right?
Maninmotion,
I dug "The Game".
"Is she not right? Is she insane? Will she now run for her life in the battle that ends this day?"
Liked it a lot.
Okay. Get comfortable.
This morning, I make breakfast and ask the girls if they would like to eat breakfast with their mom. They say sure. Not a whole lot of enthusiasm. I load up the crap in the Explorer and get all of us going. I was considering calling the wife earlier to let her know we are on our way.
I don't want ANY surprises.
We left pretty close to the time we were supposed to, so I didn't call. On Saturday, a friend of the family had brought A LOT of stuff from Costco. A case of toilet paper, cans of different vegetables, cereals, ramen soups, mac and cheese boxes. I grabbed a few of everything and take it to the wife, too. We get there and she is dressed, but not her hair or makeup. She has to work today at 12pm and it was about 9:45am. She is on the sofa and the girls go to give her a hug. I ask if she is hungry, because the girls wanted to eat with her.
Mostly an excuse, though. My plan?
She says sure, but she wasn't feeling too good. She says she'll get some pans out, and I tell her I did everything already. I just need to heat up some tortillas to make breakfast tacos. She's a little surprised. I go get the box of groceries and bring them in. Again, she is surprised. She asks me if I knocked over a store. I tell her the story and I get breakfast ready. Serve up the girls and myself. I let her do her own. I'm already sitting at the table. I noticed dishes in the sink. She cooked up some kind of meat in a pan that was still on the stove and some other sauce pans in the sink. Two plates and a serving plate. Not likely that she would cook a proper meal for herself, but who knows? I have. Oh well, F 'em. If he was there, then he was there. Nothing I can do about it. Coulda been Friday night. I found out later that she was up puking last night. I'll get to that.
Oh yeah, I forgot.
While I was serving the girls, my cell phone recieves a text message that is louder than loud. I have my phone set so that it literally says, "MESSAGE RECIEVED". I take it from the bar area and I look at it. I can see her face. She has that look of "Now someone is TEXTING him?" but she never looked at me. I could see her, though. Again, I give it the look like, "What a crazy person", and give a SLIGHT smirk. Erase it and put it back on the counter.
It was a text from my Facebook. Sofaraway was adding me to be friends. I couldn't have planned it more perfectly if I had tried.
She serves herself and sits at the table with me. The girls are in front of the tv again. We talk a little. I told her that I tackled the enchiladas and fideo. She asks how it turned out and I yell to the girls, "Girls! Mom wants to know how my food came out last night." "It was GOOD!" I give a proud look. A little bit more chit chat. She asks me if I want some more. I say yes, and I start to get up. She tells me she'll get it. We finish and she asks what time it is. Its about 10:15 now. She goes over to the tv and turns on Joel Osteen. 15 minutes left.
She sits on the sofa and I go stand next to the sofa. His sermon was about thinking the right thoughts. Example. You have a glass filled water and full of dirt and debris. If you keep filling that glass with clean water, over time, the glass will be completely full of clean water.
Nice thought. She tell me to sit down, so I sit next to her. The chair had clothes on it. We finish the sermon. By this time, D6 had gone outside to play with a neighbor. D11 is sitting with us and we are all talking. I mentioned the cowboys play today to D11 earlier(she is now a fan, too) and the wife asks me the same question.
"The Cowboys play today? What time?" She has never been interested in them before. She then turns it to the Fox station and pregame stuff and then she starts to look at a store magazine with D11.
Now she was either being nice to me or it was for connecting to the OM, who I'm sure is also a big fan.
We are talking to D11 and I totally lost track of time. We missed church. I'm kinda bummed out. I mention loading the Rodeo for her and we head outside. I start to transfer all the stuff to her vehicle. She mentions that the complex has a car wash and vaccum that is free for the residents. Tells me to use it whenever. When I finish, I check the fluids in her car. I ask her if she still has the water jug in the back and she says she guesses so, but goes into get me a pitcher of water. I fill her radiator, which is bone dry and check her oil. She is sitting on the steps watching me and having a smoke. I add a quart of oil and finish. I go over to her and tell her that I ended up having my first smoke on Friday night. She asks if it tasted bad after so long. I said no. She then starts to tell me that she started taking her meds again last night. I look at her surprised.
"You mean the ....." "Yeah, the Cymbalta." "When? After we spoke last night?" "Yeah, and then I went to the grocery store for a few things for the kids tomorrow for after school. When I got back, I threw up. A lot."
I asked her if she took a full dose and she says yes. I ALMOST took this opportunity to tell her about my epiphany on Friday, but I didn't. We are walking back inside and she says she has to fix her makeup and hair. I get the girls going. She asks that if we are going to be in town later, can we walk the dog before we go back in. We all walk out together. At our cars, she is telling the girls goodbye. I stand next to her and tell her to tell her dad that I'm praying for him. I tell her to have a safe trip. She says thanks.
Looking at her, I SO MUCH wanted to go in for a hug, but I controlled my self, and I say goodbye, give a wave and leave.
After doing all sorts of running around, it is almost time for the wife to get off and we are JUST coming back. I pick up some barbeque sandwiches and some sweet teas for the girls and myself. I did get one for the wife, too. A tea, that is. Back to the apartment, I have the girls walk the dog and then eat. I only eat half of mine and save the rest for the wife. She is not home yet and it is 3:30. I then take them to Barnes and Noble. Leaving, I send the wife a text:
"We are just leaving the apartment. I left half a poorboy and fries on the counter and a tea in the fridge. Have a safe trip. Going to Barnes and Noble now."
I get back:
"I am still at work"
As usual. The girls and I spend about an hour at the store. They LOVE Barnes and Noble. The wife ended up calling at about 3:50 saying she is just leaving work. She mentions that S14 is at the movies and hasn't talked to his dad. I tell her that I'll just pick him up, too. She says thank you for doing what I'm doing. I tell her its not a problem.
WTH? They are my kids. I held back on the sarcasm, though.
We get home later, after picking up S14. We have to go back to the apartment for him to pick up a few things and we head home. Chicken Alfredo tonight with grilled chicken, penne noodles, and Alfredo sauce. From a can though. I ain't that good.
After dinner, the wife calls again. She tells me she made it. I ask if everything went ok on the road. She says yes. I ask about her dad and she says he looks bad. We talk for a few minutes and then I put the girls on. I ask her if she ate something. She says yes. She says she ate the poorboy. "Thank you for the sandwich."
"No problem." I tell her. I tell her to please keep me informed on how things go. She says she will call the girls in the morning and call me later in the afternoon about things there.
I am exhausted. A good morning and a good day. I had told D11 that I felt bad about missing church, but it was nice spending time with mom. Right? She agreed.
And we brought her little dog back to the house. At least for tonight
Last edited by hopeful4her; 09/29/0804:50 AM.
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
Don't know where it may lead, but I'm ok with my actions. It sounds like I'll either be seeing her tonight or tomorrow, depending on what time she heads back home.
Not so much focus on my sitch this week. She'll have the girls for the week and weekend.
She told me that she will be working the next two Saturdays at work. The girls and I were invited to a Bday party for a coworkers one year old. I asked her if I could take the girls since she is working. No problem with that, so I'll be in contact with her on Saturday. Undecided on her wanting to do something for dinner or making it sound like I have plans that evening.
The week after is D6's Bday. Seven years old. Wow!
My planning is mostly for when she DOESN'T have the kids with her. The week she does have them is for me, I suppose.
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
Remember, when you had the girls, she still got to see the kids. You made that happen, and she wanted to. YOu should do the same thing when she has the girls. Try to eat with them, etc. In fact, didn't she see them every day even though you had them? Think about how that all happened and do it the same way. If anything you will see how she responds. Will she be as accomodating to you when SHE has the kids?
7 years old....wow.....such a sweet age, too. I taught third graders...loved that age! Still so innocent, but their own little person.
Oh, of course sweet tea when you live in the South. It's like drinking water here. At the last church function, all they served was sweet tea!!! Not even water! I admit, I drink it too!!! Karen
Or is that just around places like Miami and Orlando.