Havn't posted in a while, things really havn't changed much in the last week or so.
My S18 made the basketball team at college, and has started a regular schedule. The school is only about 45 minutes away, so it is easy to drive to see him play. W now doesnt come home on most game nights, and she drives her mommy and daddy to the games.
She is acting like a spoiled brat, and now that i think about it, I remember stories she has told about how she was when she was in grade school.
Both she and the IL's are now a bunch of snobs when they make their entrance into the gym. They walk in with their noses high in the air, and I just have to laugh to myself about how a 50 year old and 2 70+ year olds can act like that.
W always has to smile and make small talk to me at the games, as I am sure she wants IL's to think that we are being amiable.
MIL actually said hi to me at the last game, and I was very surprised.
When the game was over, we hung out in the lobby waiting for S to come out of the lockerroom to talk to him. As I was waiting for him, i checked out a pamphlet rack at the coaches office and found some revised schedules for the season. I picked up a few and when i turned around to give one to the IL's, they and the W had left. What a bunch of babies! I waited around for the S, but after a while I figured he wasnt coming out anytime soon, so I walked out to the car. The IL's were waiting for my W to bring the car around, so I gave ML a new schedule and she thanked me!
I will continue to be nice to them and let them think that their darling daughter is a b----.
Before S left to go back to school on Sunday, he told me not to worry about what the other side of the family thinks about what is going on. He told me that everyone knows what W is doing, and that she is lying about the sitch.
I still have to worry what he really thinks about his mom, and I am afraid that she is going to ruin any R she has with him.
It will be her loss.
Asked her this past weekend about going to Retrouvaille in January, and her response was "don't you think it's too late for that?" I told her no, that we need to learn to communicate, and that I want us to go. I told her to think about it this week, as we have to schedule soon. She didnt say no, and she didnt throw the papers on the program away.
So I am hoping against hope that she will go.
W still wants to talk about all kinds of things, and I continue to listen, and she actually sat next to me at dinner last friday nite.
Having her cake, and eating it too?
Up and down I go, and when it stops, nobody knows.