For the Guy with Kids and a WW 23

[hopeful4her]

Morning all.

I finally went out and had some fun last night. Good time.

The girls spent the night at the wife's place because I had to work today. D11 has one more Saturday class at her school and the wife was off today. We figured that it would be easier for them to just stay the night and I'll get them when I get off of work today.

I called her Thursday evening, after she had called and talked to the girls. She had called me earlier in the day to let me know that her W2 was on the dining table. We had a short discussion on filing our taxes and so forth. Nothing much. A little idle chatter.

I've noticed an Apartment Locator on the bar counter the past couple times I've been there and I was concerned about her moving. I called her and asked if she was able to talk. She said yes. I asked her, "Are you sure?"

"Yeeesss! Why?"

I hesitated to ask. I wanted to make sure to word my question so as not to make her defensive, but I just asked her if she was moving. We had a discussion about it. She isn't moving. She is going to renew for another 6 months. She WAS looking at trying to rent a house. She asked me why I was asking and I was honest with her and told her that I was just concerned about her moving far away, because it would affect my time with the girls. She said that she wouldn't do that.

At one point, she asked me WHERE I thought she would move to. Like as if she WANTED me to accuse her of going to say she was going to move in with OM or something. She said that she planned on staying in the school district and try not to disrupt the kids. Stay at the same schools. I was relieved to hear this. Somehow, we started to talk about the kids and how well they are doing in school and how good of kids they are.

At another point, she said that we are on good terms, just not together. Not sure her exact words. I didn't say anything, because at this point, she's right. We're on good terms and we're NOT together. Not that I LIKE hearing it.

The other day, I also figured out where the pic went. She has it on the computer desk where it can't be seen from outside the room.

After our little discussion, we talked a bit about our jobs. I told her my concern with having to work at the car lot and it limiting my time with the girls. She told me that I shouldn't worry about that stuff. That was when she mentioned the "we're on good terms" comment. She told me that I've been burned out on banking for years and that maybe I need a change anyway.

She's told me in the past, but my come back was always that it paid our bills and that I wasn't willing to do something else that was unknown and jeopordize the finances of the family. Another cross for me to bear. She just doesn't realize that I really enjoy what I do, its just a pain in the butt nowadays and very stressfull. She told me to apply at a credit union. I told her that our credit is screwed now and that it would be next to impossible to get into another financial institution. She said a few more goof ball comments that I had to correct her on.

We finally discussed if I should get D7 after school or if she was able to. She told me that she gets off at regular time and she'll pick up D7 Friday. I told her that I could get off a few minutes early like I always do on Fridays when I have the kids. She told me not to worry about it and dont make my boss mad because she can pick up D7. I told her that I don't get in trouble, but if she wanted to pick her up, then okay.

I had a hell of a sales day yesterday. I went out and beat the streets and was on a roll with new consumer and business clients. That also meant a ton of paperwork. The wife calls me at 5:40.

"Uh, are you going to get off on time today?"

I told her that I wasn't getting off early, because she told me not to worry. She told me that she just finished her last client and had to do some paperwork or report or something and that it just takes a while to do.

"If I need to leave then just tell me."
"No, I'll get off in time."
"If you can't, call me."

I was not happy. Now I had to worry about D7. My bud called me at about 10 after 6 asking about my plans for the night. I asked where he was and he told me he was near D7's school. I told him to drive slow and that I might need him to pick up D7 for me. I called the wife and she told me she was on her way and that she'll be there on time.

I was pissed. Don't freakin' offer unless she's sure she can do it. I was already stressed from the day I had. Stressed in a good way, but still stressed.

Now I need to call her and make plans to pick up the girls from her. I hope she doesn't try to finagle her way into spending the day with them or us. I'm thinking of taking them to the movies and then grilling some chicken for tonight.