Went to see W with the agreement. She got VERY upset about the weekend for me that was in there, and said she wanted the summer in exchange. I told her that I wasn't ever going to sign off on that, because there was no way in hell I was standing for D sitting around a trailer all summer and going back to school unable to read. I did point out that she could get her from summer program whenever she wanted to. Not good enough. I pointed out that the "minimal time" she has is actually a LOT more than I have--I get to see her three hours a day for five days a week, and we spend most of that time getting ready, working, or eating. She has her for 48 hours straight and they can do whatever she wants.
W started spewing. I called her on her crap. I actually walked out and drove up the hill to MIL's house to get D. She sent me a text "You just walked out." "Yes. I didn't think there was anything else to talk about." W is apparently floored by this.
MIL can see that I'm upset. Really upset. She tells me to just let it go, that there's nothing good in getting riled up over this. MIL is basically telling me she isn't worth it.
Some fighting by text. I called her out on the Florida thing. She admitted to some things. I called her and let out a bunch of anger I didn't even know was still there. I tore her a new [censored]. At one point she something I don't remember, and I tell her "I know, and I don't care, I need to say this for ME." She took it. I went for almost an hour. I tell W I have a date on Saturday (I do).
The "Nice Guy" in me doesn't do anger. W has NEVER seen anything like this from me. W actually apologizes, for basically everything. W doesn't normally apologize for anything. In six years, she's said "sorry" so rarely that I could count them without taking off my shoes and probably while wearing mittens.
In the middle of all of this, I'm crying my eyes out (mostly anger). D and niece come walking up and I don't notice them (I've walked 100 yards away from the house while talking). Niece asks D "why is he crying" and D rather nastily says, "probably because of my MOMMY." That just messes me up even more--Daddy's Girl is picking up on this stuff and is NOT happy with mommy, that's NOT GOOD, it's the LAST THING I want. I tell W about it an apologize.
MIL has to leave, so I say "Goodbye" (capital G on purpose) to W. We have to stop by W's house on the way, because D's school stuff is still there. I'm driving down the hill, and our song comes on the radio. Seriously!? Seriously, universe!? I decide I'm taking the pain on this one, and I'm taking W along for the ride with me. Blast the music, windows down, roll up in the middle of the first verse, W is actually outside. "Isn't fate a f***ing b****?" is my greeting.
W grabs me and hugs me. I hug back. I tilt her face up and say "last one, make it count" and we kiss. Kissing madly, hugging, both of us crying our eyes out to our song. MIL drives past at this moment and screams out the window, "NOW THAT IS MORE LIKE IT!"
W and I both wave her off. We know this isn't what it looks like.
