I got home from sailing last night, and had said we (S27 and I took out a group of friends) would bring pizza. Then the sailing group decided we should go for margaritas and appetizers. My son called his wife who was watching TV at my house (True Blood on the DVR)and told her what we were doing.

But somehow no one told my STBX that our plans had changed. We came in at 6 and STBX looked like he would cry about no pizza. So I grabbed out the emergency back-up dinner I keep stashed and had him a home cooked meal in 20 minutes. So I am still taking care of him.

Mind you I had 3 margaritas, S27 drove, and I guess the alcohol buzz put me into a not starting crap mode. Because while I was cooking I was thinking about it all. I have reached a funny place where I just don't care. My sister told me I would get there. I don't call him to tell him my every move. When funny things happen I don't tell him about them. When bad things happen I don't tell him unless it affects him.

His brother's wife has surgery for an ovarian cyst that is very large. I told him when she called me. But I no longer communicate with him. And he hasn't communicated with me for quite awhile. So at this point I take care of him, and in my mind it is like I'm taking care of a pet. I still feed the dogs, even when they, well, act like dogs!

Thanks Irma, I have put you in my prayers. I don't know which is better or worse, them in the house or them out. It is harder to change when they are around. But if you change and they are not around to see, how does that work?

Aloha,

Wendy

Me 57 XH 58 Sons age 32 & 27 M:32
D final 9/12
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