Now for your viewing pleasure, a word from my xh. True, I kid you not.
So, my son is recuperating from an operation. On top of that he has mono and strep. He is very sick. Anyway, I have been dealing with all of it as xh is living his life 5 hours away.
Here goes:
He: How's son doing?
Me: Tough going, but, he is hanging in. I've been staying close by him.
He: Ok, good. Is he eating?
Me: I've been making healthy shakes and trying to get him to eat little stuff often.
He: Good job, B!
Me: Huh?
he: What? You're doing a good job.
Me: Ok, I gotta go.
He: Would you prefer me to say you are doing a rotten job?
me: No, really I gotta go.
He: B, what's the problem?
Me: Um, you're crazy?
He; Ok, I guess that sounded a little condescending. I'm sorry.
Me: Thanks for apologizing. It really is fine, I just really gotta go.
He: Well, keep doing what you're doing with son, ok? Because that's what he needs.
Me: You know what I need? You to stop talking.LOL!
He: yeah, I do need to get myself a filter.
Me: Ya think? Listen, it's fine, really. I am here, I know what to do, It's all good. Take care.
He: B?
Me: Damn, I almost got away. LOL!
He: I was an ass to you all those years.
Me: Maybe you arent crazy after all.
And then the ritual banging my head against the wall commenced. LOL!
