Feeling fine. The illness seemed to be some sort of 24 hour thing. No idea. It came in and then went out.

Quick update for today... today is the day that she has been yelling and trying to get me to take off because of her full schedule. Well, the last I spoke to her the kids were getting dropped off at 8am. Well, at 8am the phone rings, I was thinking she was going to tell me that they are on their way. NOPE!! Apparently her class was canceled the night before and as she put it, she was 'taking one for the team' by skipping her second class so she could keep the kids. Oh my dear! That set me off. I told her that was insane of her to say, that I had already taken one for the team to take the day off and that I had planned to spend it with the boys. She told me that I could go to work if I wanted. Anyway, I informed her that since I had already taken the time off that I still intended to spend it with the boys. Silence. I asked her why I did not get a phone call last night once the class was canceled. Because she went back to sleep. Well the call was at 9:30pm, that is usually WAY before her bedtime, but whatever. I told her that I did not care if she was being lazy and just wanted to skip her classes because she had to work that I still wanted to have the boys and that now since she did not have to be at class, that she could bring them over whenever. Well she showed up within the next 30 minutes looking llike a dog that had been beat.

As she was leaving, she had this look and i asked her why she looked like she hated me or was angry, she said she was not, that she was tired. I told her that now that she did not have the kids, that she had plenty of time to go home and rest. Then I shut the door.

That stuff just pisses me off. She tries to make me feel guilty and bend over backwards to drop everythng and 'help' her. When I do she does not respect me or whatever to even give the call to tell me her class was canceled. If it was one of her friends, I am sure she would have called. Anyway, it is total BS. If this relationship is over so be it, but I am NOT going to be treated with less respect than someone that she just met on the street. we shall see how she acts when she comes to pick up the boys tomorrow.


Ken
Me: 37
Her: 38
Son: 8 (spina bifida)
Son:2
M 6/24/1994
S 1/21/2008
Original Sitch