Mom2oddson
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Ant came home to visit and so that we could meet the newest "love of his life". He arrived on Monday in time to have a family dinner at my Mom's. The new girl is very nice. I like her and the fact that she's real and not his normal brainless arm candy was really a nice change.
He leaves after dinner to go visit friends but he'll be at my house for the night and he says he'll be there before I go to bed since I get up so early (3:30am). At 2:45am, he shows up. He picks the spare room with the king bed for them to stay in.
I take half a day of vacation to spend time visiting with him, so I'm home by 10:30. Of course, I get there and they sleep until 1:00. (I could of saved my leave). The girlfriend sat and talked with me after she got ready. Ant on the other hand, really didn't talk to me except to say how broke he was and he could really use some gas money. Then off they went.
I didn't hear a word from Ant until midnight last night when I got a phone call. With a 96 year old grandma, middle of the night phone calls scare the crud out of me. Anyways, I answer the call to a "Open the front door!". So in they walk and they go to bed in the OTHER spare room. (gee, thanks for using both beds so I now have double laundry)... The only conversation I got from Ant was "we had a lot of fun today. We went to the Crab Pot for dinner and rode the Ferris Wheel. We are leaving in the morning. Got any more money for me?"
Why do I keep hoping that he will grow up? That ONE DAY, he won't be a disrepectful, inconsiderate brat!?
I'm so glad he lives 4 hours away! At least I only have to see him a couple of times a year. And he can pull off a descent guy in text messages better than he can in real life.
Thanks for letting me vent.
He leaves after dinner to go visit friends but he'll be at my house for the night and he says he'll be there before I go to bed since I get up so early (3:30am). At 2:45am, he shows up. He picks the spare room with the king bed for them to stay in.
I take half a day of vacation to spend time visiting with him, so I'm home by 10:30. Of course, I get there and they sleep until 1:00. (I could of saved my leave). The girlfriend sat and talked with me after she got ready. Ant on the other hand, really didn't talk to me except to say how broke he was and he could really use some gas money. Then off they went.
I didn't hear a word from Ant until midnight last night when I got a phone call. With a 96 year old grandma, middle of the night phone calls scare the crud out of me. Anyways, I answer the call to a "Open the front door!". So in they walk and they go to bed in the OTHER spare room. (gee, thanks for using both beds so I now have double laundry)... The only conversation I got from Ant was "we had a lot of fun today. We went to the Crab Pot for dinner and rode the Ferris Wheel. We are leaving in the morning. Got any more money for me?"
Why do I keep hoping that he will grow up? That ONE DAY, he won't be a disrepectful, inconsiderate brat!?
I'm so glad he lives 4 hours away! At least I only have to see him a couple of times a year. And he can pull off a descent guy in text messages better than he can in real life.
Thanks for letting me vent.