For the Guy with Kids and a WW Neunzehn(19)

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Dinner WILL be at my house, kat. It will be curious how we do things this year. Will she just spend the night Thursday? Will she just come very early in the morning?




I didn't hear anything from her until I was already picking up Juli at the daycare. She asked where I was and I told her I was at the daycare already. She said that she just finished her test, it was about a couple minutes after 6pm. I asked how she thought it went and she says that she won't know until tomorrow. She said some more things, but her dumb phone was doing its usual stupid thing of echoing everything and I wasn't going to make her keep repeating. At the end she says she'll see me at home. Then she corrects herself and says the apartment.

She gets to the apartment about 15 or 20 minutes after Juli and I do. First thing Juli wanted to do was frost the cake they made yesterday. I'm trying to get the girls going so that we can get home and I can cook dinner since I didn't hear anything from the wife. She is saying hello to the kids and after a while, she asks if they want to eat something. I told her that I didn't plan on staying since I hadn't heard from her, and I would make dinner at home. She says that she didn't know she would get out after 5:30 and she couldn't have her phone with her. I ask her if she wants, I can go get a chicken and she says that she can cook hot dogs. I ask Amanda and she says, "I thought we were going to eat at home?"

The wife starts to look in the fridge and starts to pull out leftovers and says, "We can have leftovers and other stuff."
I go ahead and take off my jacket and decided to stay, like "I guess".

Isn't that what I was trying to accomplish anyway?

She starts to warm up all kinds of different stuff because the kids all want something different. We are both in the kitchen and while I'm kinda talking to Amanda, the wife, facing her laundry room, takes off her bra and tosses it in the dirty clothes she has in there. The laundry room is at the end of the kitchen. It was that way that girls can take off a bra with out removing the blouse, like in a car or something. I didn't see anything, but memories flooded my mind and of course it got my blood moving.

BTW, she looked really nice today. I nice fitting ankle length skirt, pointy black boots that zip up past the ankle, and a top that I have always liked to see her in. The skirt and clingy black top both show off her "assets".

Boy.....

I start to ask about her test. She talks about not getting a lunch until 2pm. Her test was at 3, so she just came to the apartment just after 2, got nervous and, mixed with the 6 travel mugs of coffee she had through out the morning, got sick at the apartment. Sick, meaning she was sitting on the toilet for a while. We laugh at the thought. She says how she was late for the test and was the last one to stay. We talk some more about work and stuff and ask again how she thought she did and what she needed to score. She says she spoke to the trainer and that she tells him that she is testing about a month early, she just buried her dad and so on. She is starting to well with tears and says that the trainer told her about his dad dying last year and knows how she feels.

She gets choked up and I talk about something else. She tells me how she is seeing a doctor next week sometime. She might get sleeping pills to help her sleep. We pause for a bit and I ask her,
"How HAVE you been?"

She starts to tell me that she is not able to sleep. She wakes up all night. She starts to cry again, tears now falling. I move to her side of the kitchen. She starts to talk about her dad. I listen to her tell me how hard it was to be there with him. She tells me how she was there with her grandmother when she took her last breath, but that grandma was ok with dying. She had accepted it. Her dad did not want to die. I rub her shoulder blade and I tell her that he was fighting it. She is crying more and I move toward her and pull her to me and I put my arms around her. She just puts her head on my chest and starts to cry and tells me how she regrets ever pushing him away and that she was not a good daughter. I'm rubbing her back and stroking her hair. She can't even go through the picture albums she is trying to put together with out crying, she says. We stand there for a few minutes and then she slightly pulls away and I give her a napkin. She starts to open the microwave and I tell her, "Go sit down, I'll do it". She goes to the bathroom and gathers herself.

I get dinner served for the kids and she comes back out a little better. She makes some cheese dip and salsa and I go to my car and grab some chips that I bought earlier. She clears and sets the table for us to sit together. While she was making her dip, I can hear her phone get a text message. Her phone is in her purse and in the living room.

I wonder who would be texting her?

We keep serving and warming food and she gets another about 10 minutes later. 5 minutes later, my phone rings and Amanda is trying to find it in my jacket pocket. I get to it first and hit ignore. It's B. She leaves a VM. Amanda says, "Who are all these people calling?"

The wife says, "People just wanting to bug us". She walk past me and goes to look at her phone. She looks and just hits a button and puts it back. Walking back to the kitchen, I know she glanced at me, but she didn't see me looking at her. We sit to eat and she tells me to turn on the light next to where I'm sitting, for the dining room light. The kids are in front of the tv. I didn't hear her and she turned off the kitchen light, which left me in the dark. She laughs, walks over next to me, leans in and points to the switch and says, "I told you to turn on that light."

Boob action way too close to my face. RUFFFF!!

We sit and eat and talk some more about really nothing much. Just stuff. Her apartment phone rings. Now this one she HAS to take or else he'll leave a message that I'll hear.

I hear her as she speaks softly and walks toward the living room and her room,
"Hello.....I'm....having dinner with my kids.....yeah....."

The rest was so quiet, I didn't even realize she had hung up yet. She stood in the doorway to her room, but didn't actually walk in. She came back and tried to talk about something in a really upbeat tone. I sit and slowly engage in conversation with her again. We finish eating and from the table, we play with the dog Moe and then with Amanda, who is now on the floor with the dog.

After about 30 minutes passes, I start to help her clean up stuff and she goes to pack somethings for Juli. She packs some cake for us and the bag of chips I brought and tells me to grab some of the tortillas I had brough over on Saturday. I pack some for myself and we get a move on. She says her goodbyes to the girls. In the meantime, I had emptied her trash and taken it to the outside, grabbed all the rest of the stuff. At the door, I look at her and she tells me to have a good night. I tell her the same, and stall by telling her that she probably got a 100 on her test. She says,
"Uhhh,no. I don't think so."
"Well, I'm sure you did well."

I give a wave and she gives a wave and a smile and I walk off. Girls fall asleep on the way home because it was getting late. I get them to bed, put away the groceries I bought today and settle in for my posting here.

Midway through this post, I decided to send her a text at about 9:35,

"Just thought I'd be one of your "buggers" too and tell you goodnight. Have sweet dreams tonight and try to sleep well."

The hold this woman has on me.....