He dropped them off today, no problems. Just knocked on the door, said goodbye & left. A little chitchat, no mention of last night. I had a hard time looking him in the eye, so I just stopped trying. I focused on my munchkins piling through the door.
He called a few hours later to ask about this weekend--he wanted to wait until Saturday to pick them up since he has to be here for a Tball game, anyway. I told him if that's what he wanted, he told me it was up to me. I'd really rather drive them down all the way on Friday night--but I don't know. I'm going to be busy Saturday afternoon.
Crazy, normal, crazy, normal. I don't even want to think about it anymore. Just get through the next few days & deal with him when I have to.
formerly known as "shelbel" Me 40, stbxh 40 DSs 9, 7 & 3 M9, T10 Stbxh is a diagnosed bipolar & an addict. The end.
