W had the boys this weekend. They came home early Sunday for Father's Day. My dad came over also and us guys grilled some burgers and had a great time hanging out. It was a really good day.
Saturday did not go so well. I was doing my own thing, spent all morning doing yard work, got a shower, was eating lunch and getting ready for the rest of the day. W brought S15 by to pickup something. I noticed the obvious when I let him in the front door, she was driving a shiny new red mustang convertible, which I ignored. He came in, grabbed the stuff he wanted and left. It didn't take that long really, but after a few minutes she came to the door and asked me about a custody schedule change. No big deal or anything, probably a 30 second conversation, then went back to wait in the car. A couple minutes later S15 was done and they left.
I handled the conversation well and didn't say anything about it to either of them. Was all good, upbeat, positive. When they left I totally let it get to me. Tons of spinning through how, what, why, meaning, etc. I let it ruin my afternoon and it took me until later that night to get ahold of myself. I thought I was doing a lot better these past couple weeks. Most of the time I am but I still have these moments when I let it get to me. I am just glad that I was able to keep control of myself until I was alone at least. But also mad at myself for wasting a bunch of my Saturday worrying.
