Old Habits Die Hard

I hope everyone had a good weekend.

I had the kids because Stanley isn’t able

to do nest duty since his surgery.

His GF drove him out Saturday afternoon for a brief visit.

He isn’t able to drive yet and looked pretty rough.

I left as soon as they pulled up and went to the grocery store.

I came back after 30 minutes because he texted he was tired

and unable to stay up any more.  When I got here

she was helping him to the car.   He moved toward me

to give me a half-hug and she took his other arm

and said, “Come on, this way.”

Ha Ha.

(Remember she has it in for me)

Old Habits die hard.

And I took care of his boo boos for a lot of years.

She was kind of like this.

 And he was kind of like,

Anyway, I thanked her for keeping the kids and I in the loop on surgery day.

She smiled but it kind of scared me.

I have a short memory with people.

I always kind of forget that they may not wish me well.

Because generally, I want to like people and wish them well.

Al has a much longer memory of slights.

He says Italians do vengeance well.

 Exhibit A

In case anyone thinks I’m being unnecessarily mean,

she sent him a note that I found (when I wasn’t even looking)

that said that she had come up with some other ideas of

ways to get my ‘goat’ while he was in England with the kids.

She wants my goat, people.

She’s a mean pig who has shown her hand

several times in the last year that they have been dating.

I try not to forget that so I won’t drop my guard with her.

I’m disappointed about it because I had this idea (apparently misguided)

that since Stanley and I had a peaceful divorce that

we could have a good and friendly relationship when there

were new partners in the picture.

So this has been a huge disappointment to me.

Whatever, I’ll get over it.

I had a bit of a hard day yesterday though.

First, the kids were frustrated because their fall break is over.

So that’s always fun.

Second, I am hormonal and sad.

I spent the day missing my intact family.

Again, not Stanely.

Just wishing there was another adult here to talk to about

how awful the kids were behaving.

I was missing the old days of him being here too

and helping steer the kids toward homework

or working in the yard while I grocery shopped and cooked.

I miss the 2 parent family sometimes.

Again, old habits…

Third,  I’m trying hard to not allow the fade to creep in with my lovah.

But I was in a funk and didn’t even want to talk to him on the phone.

 It’s been 6 days and I’m already erring on the naughty side.

Whatever, I can’t help it.

That is a habit too.

 I’m hormonal as hell and I have to get through it.