well, we survived. it was pretty awkward but we all survived. r's dad was in one of his moods and the first (and only) thing he said to me was: "your hair looks better. i didn't like that butch cut you had before. at least this has some style. the other one was just...eh." only it was meaner than that and he did it right in front of r. boingo. his parents segregated themselves from everyone else and were just generally uncomfortable the whole time.
r himself was way out of it. a week ago i asked him to bring drinks and balloons to the party. we talked about it several times during the week, including the night before the party and about an hour before the party. he arrives with a (really nice) bunch of balloons and tells me he has a bags of food in the car. i followed him out to the jeep to help him. he has food. and no drinks. r, are where are the drinks? "oh shit! i'll be right back. i have to go to safeway." people in your condition should not be operating heavy machinery.
after the party he and p were playing outside. they left their jackets inside and it was freeeezing out so i grabbed 'em and went out there. r, here are your jackets in case you two get cold. no answer. i'll just put them here for you. no answer. i went back inside. about 10 minutes later they come inside and r (of course) has to go. "where is my jacket?" what do you mean? don't you remember outside a few minutes ago? "no." he honestly didn't remember.
something is wrong with him. (and it doesn't have to do with a the woman he was seeing. she's moved on. and he's come clean with me about that. the trust aspect of this relationship is something i'll revisit in the blog later.) he comes over (he's been on time the last three days. yay.) to play with the kids and he's good-ish for about an hour. then he starts staring off into space. or text messaging. or opening and closing the fridge. by two hours he is talking about leaving. by three hours he is gone.
everyone that knows r knows that a few months ago the kids were the center of his world. now, he sees them because he feels guilty. he has admitted that he's putting himself first. (as if i hadn't noticed by the fact that he's drinking, smoking, gambling, womanizing, etc.). he's constantly antsy. he just can't hang. he's different. austin said seeing him was like seeing someone who looks like r. but isn't r. my dad says it's like body snatchers. i say it sucks the big one for me and the kids.
r himself was way out of it. a week ago i asked him to bring drinks and balloons to the party. we talked about it several times during the week, including the night before the party and about an hour before the party. he arrives with a (really nice) bunch of balloons and tells me he has a bags of food in the car. i followed him out to the jeep to help him. he has food. and no drinks. r, are where are the drinks? "oh shit! i'll be right back. i have to go to safeway." people in your condition should not be operating heavy machinery.
after the party he and p were playing outside. they left their jackets inside and it was freeeezing out so i grabbed 'em and went out there. r, here are your jackets in case you two get cold. no answer. i'll just put them here for you. no answer. i went back inside. about 10 minutes later they come inside and r (of course) has to go. "where is my jacket?" what do you mean? don't you remember outside a few minutes ago? "no." he honestly didn't remember.
something is wrong with him. (and it doesn't have to do with a the woman he was seeing. she's moved on. and he's come clean with me about that. the trust aspect of this relationship is something i'll revisit in the blog later.) he comes over (he's been on time the last three days. yay.) to play with the kids and he's good-ish for about an hour. then he starts staring off into space. or text messaging. or opening and closing the fridge. by two hours he is talking about leaving. by three hours he is gone.
everyone that knows r knows that a few months ago the kids were the center of his world. now, he sees them because he feels guilty. he has admitted that he's putting himself first. (as if i hadn't noticed by the fact that he's drinking, smoking, gambling, womanizing, etc.). he's constantly antsy. he just can't hang. he's different. austin said seeing him was like seeing someone who looks like r. but isn't r. my dad says it's like body snatchers. i say it sucks the big one for me and the kids.