WAW calls late last night after getting home from a party. I see the caller i.d. and assume there's an emergency -- there's no other reason for her to call, since the kids are at my house.
No, she's calling to bitch, so I manage to croak out something along the lines of "Okay, got it, have to go, kettle's boiling. Or something. *clikk!*"
So 3 calls on the mobile this morning. 3 calls on the landline. 2 texts. Fair enough -- it won't stop, so the next time it rings....
"Yes, WAW, what is it?"
You were rude to me last night.
"You're right, sorry. Uncalled-for. Well, thanks for calling, gotta go, pancakes on the griddle."
She calls back. Okay, in for a penny, in for a pound. I can tell you're mad at me.
"No, I don't do anger at people -- only at situations. Was that all? Sausages in the frying pan, can't let 'em burn!"
What situation did I create that you're mad at?
So, like Der Türmenaytor, I laid it all down. Passed the phone to the kids, and they did the same: Boy-Child: Why'd you bail on us? Girl-Child: I can't believe we weren't important enough for you to stay even for 5 minutes!
Pass the phone to Daddy.
"Yes WAW?" And she gets it on. It's my fault. See, by not being "on board" with the divorce, by not being in the "same place" she is, by regretting that there wasn't enough that could have been done for the M, for the kids, I'm not signaling to them that everything is okay, that this is No Big Deal. Because they don't cry at her house, so obviously I'm doing something wrong.
"Fine theory. Thanks for sharing it. 'Bye now."
She's way back in WAWland. All roads lead directly to her. Unless they don't. And even then they do.
