Happy Times With My Lovah, Then BUZZ KILL

Al and I had a really great weekend, but I hadn’t seen him in a month and the fade had set in big time.  As much as I love him, after all that time, the fade gets me and I forget how perfect and sweet he is.  Then he jumps in my car at the airport and smiles at me, his eyes twinkle, and it all rushes back.  All of those feelings rushing back overwhelm me actually, every single time.

 

 

 

After all of this time in our stupid long distance relationship, we have settled into patterns of our reacquaintance after time spent apart.  He smiles as I pull up, then jumps in my car, we kiss until the airport security police knock on the window, then I drive while glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.  We hold hands and he nuzzles my neck while I am keeping one hand on the road and giggling.  When we get out of the car, I move in for the hug, my head nestles right in my ‘spot’.  He is 6 feet, and I am 5’3, so without a heel, my head fits right in the space on his chest that holds his heart.  I listen to it beat and then go on tiptoe and bury my nose in his neck.  He says, “Are you smelling me?”  I murmur, “Mmmmhmmmm.”

 

 

Then we start kissing when no one is looking, or even when they are (unless it’s kids), then he starts grabbing my ass, and I start grabbing his, then he says, “I need you” and as quickly as we can we head to someplace where we can get nekkid.

“I need you” are some sexy words when not muttered by a 9 year-old.

 

But then, shit fuck and damn, the world intrudes AGAIN.

DAMN YOU CRUEL WORLD!

We are lying there, all intertwined and post-coital, and

He gets a call from a kid that his ex had emergency gallbladder surgery that morning.  Bitch managed to intrude on my time again.  (JUST KIDDING but BINGO!)  Now, he has been there every single day of the past 30 days and in his 49 hours with me, this happens.

So, he paces a few minutes, nekkid, talking on the phone, then concludes, everything is okay and he doesn’t need to go back early.

 

Two of his three kids are good with me now.  He hasn’t abandoned them to move to be with me, he is still there for his parenting time and is there for them all, emotionally, physically and financially.  But, his other child, his oldest, has had the hardest time with his divorce.  They were very close when she was growing up, I would say, per his report, that he was closest to her.  He waited until she graduated h.s. and was going off to college to move out.  Well, no good deed goes unpunished, and she has been hell on wheels about it.  She has been very verbal that she has no interest in meeting me or any other woman he dates and they have a pretty strained relationship.  She actually sent me an email early on that she nor her siblings would ever accept me.  (I think the history that Al and I have together really offends her or something.  It makes her feel defensive of their mom, although I have nothing to do with any of that. )

We go back to intertwined.

 It is his oldest calling to tell him that I am ‘inappropriate’ for putting a recipe for Cooter Soup up on his FB wall.  It was a joke, OMG.

 

Southern women call our thangs “cooter”.  We just do.  However, in the South, there are also recipes for Cooter Soup (which is a turtle), there is even a Cooter, Missouri.

My yankee boyfriend thinks all of this is hysterical.  So, when a friend of mine posted Cooter Soup out of her mother’s old cookbook, I shared it on his wall.

Now, I am inappropriate.

 Now, I knew, without a single doubt, that when his ex had surgery and he was out of town with me, that there was going to be hell to pay with her.  Because of  ‘Poor Mom and Dad was out of town with his girlfriend when we needed him.’   She’s at college and didn’t go home either, but nevermind that.  But I also know that this wasn’t about Cooter Soup.  This was about several pics that I put on FB, one from 1982 and a really sweet one from Friday night.  My clinical experience tells me that with the emergency surgery, a reminder of our past, a reminder of our happiness on Valentine’s Day,  Cooter Soup threw her over the edge.

 

I get it, but it sure was a buzz kill.

Because he was upset to be attacked by her (when he was nekkid and vulnerable no less) and I was upset to have been called inappropriate,  and thereafter, we spent most of the weekend talking about how to go forward with her and make this better.

Really, I just want to move forward and all the kids be happy that we have found someone that makes us smile again after all of those hard, sad years.

I guess if 5/6 are coping with a new person in their parent’s lives, then we are doing okay. But still.  I wish there was a way for her to accept me.  I’ve never even met her.  Really, I just want to love her Dad.  Don’t I get points for that?