Yesterday W came to town for work and to put in her requisite amount of mom time. First time in town for a week (missed Monday due to snowstorm). She was at the house when I got home from work. I wasn't in the mood to chat and follow her around hoping for a hug. I wasn't rude or ignoring her. She offered to start supper but I didn't feel like relieving any of her motherly guilt so I told her "no thanks" and started supper myself. This all got her a little on edge so she started to try to push my buttons. Said she was leaving about 3 times to only come back into the kitchen where I was. Every time I said, "Okay. Drive carefully" in my nicest voice.
Finally W played the old reliable "cleaning card". Commented on how dusty some furniture was while wiping it off with her sleeve pulled over her hand. I don't know why but the "cleaning card" is very affective on me. I fought it off by saying something about we've been very busy visiting grandma in the hospital for the last week. Not enough time to dust. Oh, W also said she knew of a good cleaning lady. I assume she meant herself but not sure what that implies. I said to leave her # and I'll consider it (in a joking manner). W said she was only joking, so I don't know how successful I was at sounding like I was joking too. She finally left after some talk about whether a pan was hers or mine. (Intense R talk right? Sheesh.)
Maybe 30 minutes later I get a txt msg from W: "Hi there. Sorry about the cleaning lady comment! Just making convo! Sorry!" I replied, "OK? Forget about it."
For much of the remainder of the night I felt like I had backslid a little. But the more I thought about it I felt more like I'm tired of following her around and kissing her arse so she can feel happy that we are in a "Bruce and Demi" type R. Then if OM should F up somewhere down the road, she'll maybe want to spend more time with the kids and come home and suffer with indecisive ThatGuy who's walking on eggshells all the time. The more I look at it the less attractive I look and no wonder things are where they are.
Gotta figure out some good GAL for the weekend. I could call my longtime buddy and hit the town, but it seems so like I'm falling back to an old rut of college days. Not something that would qualify for real GAL. Hmmmm. What else?
Any psychoanalysis from anyone about last night? Any ideas on what I can do to change the dynamic of my sitch? Anybody want to go to the HuHot with me tonight?
