W / STBXW asked me earlier tonight after we put the boys to bed if I wanted a slice of pie (believe me, not an innuendo in the slightest). She asked me if she could have the last slice of pie—would it make me upset if she ate it. I told her that she could eat it if she wants. (Should I have given a Y/N answer—yeah probably, but I really just don’t care. If she wants the pie, just take the pie.) She asked me a few more times if she can have the last slice of pie, and would it make me upset. I repeat my response, and then I walked away. “You didn’t answer the question.” “Yes, I did.”
She later added that “we’ve known each other for a while now, but you’ve never been this combative.” I did my best to validate. She then asked me if I’m okay—did something happen to me about a year ago. Me: “No.”
Weird. ——————————————————————— Also looking at NextDoor app for stuff to do in the neighborhood, as well as find furniture for relatively cheap and hopefully better build quality than IKEA.
I’m looking at a dresser tomorrow afternoon around 4:00 p.m. I also sent a message about someone selling a bedroom set with a number of useful pieces for cheap—of course, if I get a hit on that, heaven knows how I’ll move it.
The line that I’ve thought about in response to my current sitch is something I believe LH mentioned in a post about detachment—finding solutions in the cosmos, and not letting things get you too down.
