Boy!! I don't pop in for a while, and the whole website has changed. Looks nice!!

OK, just stopped in for a little vent.

I've been going along fine---trying to GAL. Attending town football games with friend, went to the casino with my Mom--they gave me $20 for my birthday this month--lost 12 of it and took the other 8 home. I figure it's found money.

The X had the boys this weekend, but brought them back Sat. evening because he had to work early Sunday. I would rather they be with me than her anyway. So the X says that he will help me get the cover on the pool Sat. afternoon. Well, this is the day I ended up at the casino with my Mom..so I call him and tell him that I am going to be a while. I told him not to worry about the pool cover, that oldest son and I can put it on.

Our boys were also selling stuff for band for the past two weeks, and the X took one of them to work. He forgot to bring it back, so he said that he would bring it by today. He showed up about 6:45--as my son and I were trying to remove the ladder from the pool so that we could get the cover on. He stayed until almost 8:00 and helped us cover the pool.

Anyway, the vent.

So, after he left, I came in and started going through the orders for the boys---making sure that the money matched the order amt. and adding my own. I find two checks in there from her---the skank. I literally felt my face go flush.

So, I sent him a text. Told him that the next time to please have her write the checks to him. That I try to think about her as little as possible--preferably not at all.

Don't know if that was fair on my part---after all, he's been with the old hag for 4 years now. Still--hate her. Don't really care to have her pop up in my life when I'm not expecting it. I have to put up with enough with this sitch.

We've had several situations this week where we have had to deal with each other. We get along ok--sometimes it's awkward--which still feels odd because we were together so long. Still alot of hurt there.

We had parent teacher conferences--and it's sad that the X just kind of sat there like a bump---because he doesn't really have a clue what kinds of problems the boys have with their homework or in their classes. I'm sure that he is uncomfortable--but at least he goes.

We also bought a truck for my oldest son and gave it to him on Thursday. The X's dad owns a rebuilder business, and found us a 99 Ford Ranger cheap. It's a really nice truck and only needs a bumper and one fender. We figured that the oldest could help his Dad fix it--maybe he would take more care of it if he has a little elbow grease in it too. His 16th birthday's in Jan. and we thought he might need the extra time to get used to driving it too. It's a stick (which is what he wanted).

Anyway, life goes on--and I guess you get to the point where things just don't bother you as much. I mean, before I might have ripped the checks into tiny pieces and called him screaming about him keeping his skanky whore out of my life.

Guess I'm getting better.
Later, DNO