Stillme & the Plan

[stillme]

Hmmm. Let me recover a bit.

H: "Just so you know, before you hear it from the kids. I'm seeing someone. And the kids are going to be around her."
Me: [dead air] And?
H: "Just so you know."
Me: Fine.
H: "I didn't want you hearing it frot the kids first."
Me: "Don't tell me. Tell your L"
H: I am. I will. You don't think I know that it's gonna cost me?
(and more of the same)
Me: Just so you know, I'm going to be away the wk your mother's here. The kids can reach me by phone & I'll call them.
(& back & forth about whether the 'garage' constitutes the 'house' I said there was no need for him/mom/kids to be in while I was gone)
H: Fine. If you don't want to see my mom . . .
Me: I didn't say I didn't want to see her, I said I was going to be gone! Sheesh! (attitude)
H: Look. All I wanted to say was that I was seeing someone --
Me: You forget I know you, J. It isn't a surprise.
H: [dismissive squint] Yeah, if you knew me so well, why are we here [D'ing]?
Me: I never said I didn't do things wrong. I just said I knew you. I know I wasn't a good W. I didn't do what I should have --
H: So how many times -- What's this the 3rd time you've admitted to being wrong? You think I don't know that I did things wrong, too? That I'm partly to blame?
Me: I've never heard that before. It's always been me that's been fully at fault & caused all this. You've been sitting in your hole saying 'I tried everything. I did everything I could & it was HER'.
H: No, it's not. I've said it before.
Me: Oh, no. You've always pointed at me and blamed me and played poor victim you. If you thought to stop hiding in your hole & look at things --
H: Whatever. We don't need to rehash this whole thing. (moving closer to the door) There's no point --
Me: No. There is no point, is there. So why are we still here? What's taking so long to end this?
H: I'm working on it! It's in the works, believe me. I've needed time to get the money together, to get things going. It's gonna happen. You just need to have a little more patience.
Me: Patience? J, it's been 6 months! How much longer [something]
(then idiotic, back & forth, about who's gonna say the last word as H is standing outside the front door holding the doorknob telling me he'll let me have the last word & me saying 'no, no. You go' - very smartazz & borderline weirdly-teasing)

Ouch. Something to tell the C in an hr.

(And I'll get back to your ques. soon, Nomo)
j.