I still feel my "nice guy" tendencies when she tries to make me feel guilty. My mother did it when I was growing up, and I HATED it.
Had a great night with my S. His school had a night at our local pro basketball team's game. We went, and were in the nosebleed section. No problem, I was with my S, and that's all that mattered.
About 15 minutes later, a guy from the team's office approaches me and asked if I was with my S. I said yes. He said, well, I have some tickets for you and your S down on the floor, and I always like to find a father-son to give them to. We went down on the floor and the seats were incredible. My S was so excited.
And I was thinking that obviously someone was looking out for us tonight. We had a great time. Something I won't soon forget.
I pick up my car tomorrow. On the way out tonight to the game, I told my W I would be flying to the other town to pick it up and then would drive back home. The look on her face was something between absolute confusion and barely controlled rage. Sorry hon, but you quit the game, so you can't tell anyone still in it how to play.
