My lovah fiancee just left. Boo Hoo. I put him on the plane at 5. It was so sad but we had a great time. We went out to dinner with 2 other couples, met his son and 3 of his college friends for lunch, had my kids last night and spent quality time together. We did a little wedding planning and that was fun. We are nickel and diming this thing, so y’all may actually have to give me some pointers on DIYing some crafty shit.
I’m terrible at it.
Bless my heart and everybody else’s within ear shot.
Al will probably have to take over before I kill myself with the glue gun.
I swear to God, as wonderful as Al is, Stanley is so limited.
Last week, I sent my ex-MIL, otherwise known as Ye Olde Bitch (because she is British, uber reserved, and mean) an email with a pic attached of the kids because I knew she would probably appreciate it.
Yes, she was mean to me and I still think of her missing her grandchildren across the pond. I continue to overfunction for underfunctioning assholes, I need a 12 step Overfunctioning for Assholes Group.
She emailed me back immediately with gratitude for sending the photo, asked all about the kids and even how my wedding plans are going. Weird. So, I chatted back that the girls were sick and we had been to the doctor but that Stanley was on the mend and managing okay with his crutches.
Another immediate response, “WHAT?? CRUTCHES??”
I quick sent a text to Stanley and said,
“Your mother doesn’t know you broke your hip 6 weeks ago? Lame Boy!”
He said, “Oops, guess I haven’t talked to her in a while…..”
Immediately I got an email back from her that said,
“I’m sorry for that response! He is the WORST communicator!!!”
Bitch used 4, FOUR, IV, exclamation points in that email.
I have never seen an exclamation of any sort come out of England. Ever.
This was me…….
Yes, he sucks. You raised him and he sucks. Sucketh even.
On the other hand,
Al, is a talker, talker, a sharer of his feelings, all of them.
Plus, he asks me questions like he really cares about the answer..
We have pillow talk and he whispers in my ear..The guy is smooth, smooth.
While lying in my post-coital spot with my head on his shoulder, he said, “What are you thinking?”
I said, “Nothing, I’m just listening to your heart.”
He said, no lie, he said, “It only wants to talk about you.”
If I hadn’t already been horizontal I would have fainted dead away.
I am still surprised that he talks to me so much. Once he said, “Are you happy? I want you to be happy all the time.” Really? I can guarandamntee you that Stanley also wanted me to be happy, as long as it in no way inconvenienced him for me to be that way.
Just for a little test on Saturday, while still reeling from Stanley and his 6 weeks of a broken hip and no communicado, I said to him, “Umm, when did you talk to your mom last?” He said, “Oh, Thursday I guess.”
He’s such a good man.
This morning I got up at 6 with the kids for school and I was in a foul mood. I am not a morning person, and he knows this. He kept his distance, wisely. Finally, at 8, I said, “I’m so sorry, I know I’m not chatty in the morning, I do the best I can.” He said, “Am I with you? Then I’m good. I only want to be where you are and I’m happy, we don’t have to talk.”
Sometimes I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and find out he’s a dream. I’ll tell my friends about this man that was so interested in my happiness and they will make fun of me for believing in miracles.