The only good thing is I didn't respond to her in a spazzy way.
She shows up to pick up son, I was taking D to softball. Practice. She is all nice to me and tells me that the hockey player came today and she waited on him. She said she was shaking. I pretty much said you are gay. Then we departed and everything was ok
Then after 8 my son left me a voice mail. I had no service. T text no service. Then she is texting. R U almost done.
We are en route so I call but I can't get service. I finally get service and I call her phone. She acts where I'm at. I say the road and that we are going to Arby's. She said ok I'm at your house. I said dear it is our house. Where you doing laundry. She said yeah. I said ok. She said alright then meet me at my house then alright, talk to you later bye.
Then we arrive at her place. She is unloading the explorer. She says I thought you were going to Arby's. I said we did. What were you on top of it. No I told you what road we where on. Then she says why are you being so neeby. I said I'm not I just see the autograph you got. Then I walked over and picked it up. Then I pick up some other papers. I said what is this and say oh it's work papers. Then I put them back. I said I wasn't being neeby. Then I point out a big scratch on the door of the car. I said that's nice, and she says like you almost take care of your vehicles. Then she says stop being so F'n neeby and eyeballing everything, and don't touch my autograph. I I said I'm not being neeby but its ok for you to eyeball everything in my house I mean our house when you get there.
Then I said ok son lets go because mommy is in a bad mood now and I don't want to fight with her. She kisses son. I look at her and said why are you so angry. She will not answer. I said I'm sorry I thought the papers were the poems I wrote you. Then she looks aways and walks toward the door with my daughter. She can't even look at me.
She treats me so poorly. I set myself up for it. Why couldn't I just tell her again on the phone. Do not go in the house when I'm not home unless you tell me.
When I get home my neighbor tell me she took some stuff out the house. Left and then came back in like five minutes.
Now as I'm writing this she is calling me to ask me if I have baby oraljel in the medicine cabinent D cut her lip playing softball. I said yes, because I just saw it today. She says ok I'll be right up to get it.
She just treats me like sh|t...
So she just showed up. Ringing the door bell like crazy. The door is open and she obvious knows how to come into the house. I was praying. I was praying for the softening of heart. Praying that I will have the strength to remain calm and do everything right. Praying to be still. Praying for what ever I forgot to pray about. She calls into the house. She says daughter didn't want to get out of the car can you bring it to me. I said yes one minute. The neighbor down the street had made some zuccini bread so I take some and I say would you like some. She says no who made it. I said the neighbor because I cut her grass. Is it good I said I didn't try it yet, and I'm not going to eat it all. She says no thanks. Then I hand her the oraljel. She gives me this big damn hug. She says to our son I'll call or text you later. I said ok. She sounds all sad like goodbye son.
Man I just can't stop crying. I thought I was going to loose it when I left her house the first time.
Why the hug... just let me crash....
It was bad enough I had to get holy terror from AmyC today and I know where it came from. Puppy strikes again.
I read Puppies prayer and lost it at work. I had to leave. I left the building and went for a drive. When I came back, I had to hear AmyC's rendition of forty. I would much prefer to listen to the U2 version.
Sing, sing a new song... How long to sing this song...
