Big Bad Kitty
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If you had that many guesses, you'd STILL never guess what I did this evening.
First, while Tink and I were visiting with my dad (we were showing off how good we play that Star Wars game on the computer) I get a buzz at the door. It's Matt! "Can you buzz me up?" "umm...ok?"
I buzz him up and he asks if he can talk to me. So I tell Tink so stay in my room with Grandpa while I go out on the patio with Matt. He says he has a favor. Can he borrow my van. Because he's moving out.
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I ask what prompted it. He says it had been a long time coming, but today was the straw that broke the camel's back. Michelle had surgery last week (bypass). Well let's back up a bit. Matt has not seen his sons in months because they have baseball on the weekends, and it is too far for them to come to his house on a Friday and then get back in time for their games Saturday morning. So since March, when baseball started, the boys have not been coming out to see Matt for their weekend visits. He's been trying to get out there to at least see one of their games, but Michelle won't let him take the car. Too far, too much gas, and to a point I agree with her, but come on. Those are his sons.
Anyways, so she has this surgery last week. Now this coming weekend, the boys have NO games. So they told him they want to come out to see him. He tells Michelle and she flips out. "My house, I'm recooperating, you need to take care of ME, there is no room for them, they will be too rowdy, blah blah blah." He said that's it. Give me all the cr@p you want to give me, but do not mess with my kids.
He asked to use my van to move some of his stuff to his storage unit. I let him. Evidently Michelle saw that he had my van. She called me up blowing a gasket. "Why are you being nice to him? Don't you care about me? He is abandoning me and I just had surgery! I can't even lift the baby! You must be letting him stay there. Nobody is that nice for no reason. Are you SLEPING with him? You are, aren't you??I can't believe you just let him use your van."
I asked her if she called to fight. I told her if she wanted a fight, I'd give her a fight. Then I reminded her that she has a 19 year old son living in her house and why the hell can't HE help with the baby? "Oh, he's spoiled." Hey, not my problem. Tell him to chip in or move out.
After he brought the van back he asked me for a ride to his mom's house. So I took him there. We talked as civilly as we ever have. It was a pleasant car ride.
So now that he has his balls back, maybe talking to him won't be such a hassle? And he can actually BE THERE for his kids?
First, while Tink and I were visiting with my dad (we were showing off how good we play that Star Wars game on the computer) I get a buzz at the door. It's Matt! "Can you buzz me up?" "umm...ok?"
I buzz him up and he asks if he can talk to me. So I tell Tink so stay in my room with Grandpa while I go out on the patio with Matt. He says he has a favor. Can he borrow my van. Because he's moving out.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ask what prompted it. He says it had been a long time coming, but today was the straw that broke the camel's back. Michelle had surgery last week (bypass). Well let's back up a bit. Matt has not seen his sons in months because they have baseball on the weekends, and it is too far for them to come to his house on a Friday and then get back in time for their games Saturday morning. So since March, when baseball started, the boys have not been coming out to see Matt for their weekend visits. He's been trying to get out there to at least see one of their games, but Michelle won't let him take the car. Too far, too much gas, and to a point I agree with her, but come on. Those are his sons.
Anyways, so she has this surgery last week. Now this coming weekend, the boys have NO games. So they told him they want to come out to see him. He tells Michelle and she flips out. "My house, I'm recooperating, you need to take care of ME, there is no room for them, they will be too rowdy, blah blah blah." He said that's it. Give me all the cr@p you want to give me, but do not mess with my kids.
He asked to use my van to move some of his stuff to his storage unit. I let him. Evidently Michelle saw that he had my van. She called me up blowing a gasket. "Why are you being nice to him? Don't you care about me? He is abandoning me and I just had surgery! I can't even lift the baby! You must be letting him stay there. Nobody is that nice for no reason. Are you SLEPING with him? You are, aren't you??I can't believe you just let him use your van."
I asked her if she called to fight. I told her if she wanted a fight, I'd give her a fight. Then I reminded her that she has a 19 year old son living in her house and why the hell can't HE help with the baby? "Oh, he's spoiled." Hey, not my problem. Tell him to chip in or move out.
After he brought the van back he asked me for a ride to his mom's house. So I took him there. We talked as civilly as we ever have. It was a pleasant car ride.
So now that he has his balls back, maybe talking to him won't be such a hassle? And he can actually BE THERE for his kids?