For the guys with kids and a WAW

[hopeful4her]

For the record, she said that I was still in denial about the whole thing. I did think it was interesting that she told me to divorce her so that her R with OM would be right. Like she can't do it. Don't know. Could just be words.

Called WW at work at about 12:30. Out to lunch. Of course, mind races. Call WW on cell. She is at rest. getting food for girls. MIL had promised to take D's out and have fun, but they were just home doing nothing and D's were bored and hungry. WW thought MIL had not fed them and was pi**ed. She told me to meet her at MIL house so that I can pick them up, and we could exchange cars there. At MIL's, WW is leaving already as 10 minutes are left for her lunch. We exchange keys and I tell her to be careful and that I will take D's to my house but D6 will not spend night. I want her home. I tell her what I planned for car and if I'm running late, then she might have to pick up. She tells me to call her later. She's out. Inside, MIL is on sofa with her H who may be having an affair as he does not live at the house (the drama of WW's family). He is supposed to be a Christian minister. He asks me how things are going with WW and I tell him I am near hopeless. MIL is quiet. He starts going on about standing with love and not giving up and R with Jesus. I start to tell him that I agree with H's and W's having R with God. Like a trinity. But how can it be holy when there is a fourth. We go back and forth until he understands what I am telling him. Then MIL asks how long a person like me should wait. Forever. He says yes, if I love her. I could tell MIL is upset at our sitch. I tell her a few things about last night. The part about me saying it is wrong and her telling me then to divorce her to make it right. I tell her that I will not give up on her, but I will fight for my kids if I have to. MIL says that I have to do whats best, even if her D has to suffer. Made me feel good.

Left D's at my parents house and went to have tires checked. One tire cant be repaired and decide to purchase new set. Put it on my card. While waiting, WW calls me. I tell her that the lunch thing at MIL was just a misunderstanding between them. She agrees and we discuss how more devoted to our kids we are compared to everyone else we know. Even our family. She mentions something my mother used to feed them and we laughed. She tells me a story about a client that was so greatful for her help that she gave her a ring right off her finger. Not real of course but still a token. I tell her that I treat my clients with a white glove and never get s**t. She laughs and tells me that I work at the wrong place.

I tell her that I'm going to have brakes checked next somewhere else cheaper and tell that we needed new tires all the way around. Huge sigh and an "oh no". I assure her we needed them.

After brakes are fixed, on way home, WW calls me that she is picking up D's. She says my mother wants to know if I want a plate to be taken home or if I want to eat what WW made already last night. Moms enchilada's. Yum. I tell WW no, I'll eat what you made last night. She says "I guess they dont think I make food anymore." I laugh and tell her that she is always trying to feed us. D11 wants a friend to spend the night, so they will pick her up and be home shortly. I ask if meds were ordered, and she says yes. I will pick them up and then get some beer for later.

At home we get home at same time. I picked up the beer to watch my Spurs tonite. I know. I should go out and see the game. I'll stay home tonite. Still working on GALing. Need a lot of work in that area. WW and I talk some and take puppies out together to put in pen. Watch for a while. Light conversation. I heat up food and feed D's and friend. S14 calls and needs ride. WW says she'll take my car to put gas as she left it on empty. I tell her to take her car. She'll enjoy the ride. I'll take care of gassing my car tomorrow.

The day turned a lot better than I thought it would. So far.

I know that I tend to get a little too detailed about my life. Sorry. Maybe my dream of wanting to be a writer. WW and I are notorious voyeurs. People watchers. And I find others lives interesting. Maybe you find mine... well, maybe not interesting, but a good read sometimes. Maybe compared to mine, your sitch ain't so bad after all. Or maybe mine ain't. Either way, I'm still confused.

Time to watch my Spurs.