For the Guy with Kids and a WW 8

[hopeful4her]

GBG called from her once secret phone. I already had it included in her list of numbers with its own ringer.

I answered it like I already knew who it was. I said hi. She tells me that she wanted me to have her new number.

I nonchalantly said ok, like whatever. Right over her head.

We talk about the girls. She says that D6 wants to stay at the apartment, so only D11 wants to get picked up.

I tell her that she wants to spend the night with me and she says okay.

She starts to tell me that she took all the clothes because she wanted the girls to go through the stuff and pick out what they wanted to keep there and what to bring back. I said okay, and that I was glad she told me. She also took all the other stuff because they need to go through it all to have a garage sale at MIL's house. Easier to sort through it all this week at the apartment. She was going to bring back a lot of stuff.

'I just wanted to let you know. I wasn't planning on taking everything. I was going to bring some stuff back.'
I again thank her for explaining to me.

'Ummmmmm....'
I'm looking at our account.
'What? Spit it out. Don't beat around the bush.'
'Hold on! I'm looking at something.'

Damn, she is touchy. She is waiting for me to say something. She is ready to fight about whatever it is.

I ask about being able to pay some bills that are due. We talk about some bills that are gonna come out of joint account. Maybe she can help with her next check, she says. This one went to rent. She says she has paid for groceries that last 3 times. 'I've been contributing' she says.

I tell her about canceling her auto pays from the joint account. She was just going to close the account. I say not to. She asks about taking her name off. I say not to, we still need a joint account to put money into in case we need to give each other money or something.

I asked about picking up D11. She said I could pick her up at the work out area.
'How do I get in the gate.'
'You have to put in a code.'
I pause. Waiting.
'The code is ****. Just call her and she'll meet you out there.'

I'll have to ask her why she won't give me her apartment number. I need to know. My kids are going to live there.

She's wack.