apparently.
monday, aproximately 8.30. r has the kids (both!) i'm at the mall trying to get some shorts for our d.c. trip.
r: yeah, so, i think i'm gonna head home pretty soon.
me: ok.
r: i have to work tomorrow morning. at nine.
me: yeah. ok.
later...11ish. i'm at the computer trying to pay bills. i text r.
me: you still up?
r: *no answer but my phone tells me he's picked up the message*
me: um, i have a money question and i'd like to talk.
r: *no answer*
me: *calls him, no answer*
ten minutes later.
r: i'm at the movies. what's up?
what's up? what's up? just grow some frickin' balls and tell me the truth instead of lying to me is what's up. okay? i don't care that you go to the movies. I. DON'T. CARE. i don't care that you have a girlfriend. ME NO WANT YOU. got it? so stop lying you ass face.
okay.
tonight. 5pm. he calls me.
r: hi, i'm calling to see what parker wants for dinner. um, i've got dinner plans at 8. so i'll be leaving around 7.30.
me: *head explodes as i realize that my plans to build my dad's website are out the door*
me: ok.
5.40, he arrives.
me: i had plans. give me some warning next time.
r: ok.
me: hey, you're not in your work clothes. *AGAIN* did you work today?
r: no
so you cancelled our mediation so you could d*ck around with ow? really? 'cause i was under the impression that our kids were supposed to take priority over your sex life. oh no? that rule only applies to me? ohhhh. okay. glad we cleared that up. ass face.
monday, aproximately 8.30. r has the kids (both!) i'm at the mall trying to get some shorts for our d.c. trip.
r: yeah, so, i think i'm gonna head home pretty soon.
me: ok.
r: i have to work tomorrow morning. at nine.
me: yeah. ok.
later...11ish. i'm at the computer trying to pay bills. i text r.
me: you still up?
r: *no answer but my phone tells me he's picked up the message*
me: um, i have a money question and i'd like to talk.
r: *no answer*
me: *calls him, no answer*
ten minutes later.
r: i'm at the movies. what's up?
what's up? what's up? just grow some frickin' balls and tell me the truth instead of lying to me is what's up. okay? i don't care that you go to the movies. I. DON'T. CARE. i don't care that you have a girlfriend. ME NO WANT YOU. got it? so stop lying you ass face.
okay.
tonight. 5pm. he calls me.
r: hi, i'm calling to see what parker wants for dinner. um, i've got dinner plans at 8. so i'll be leaving around 7.30.
me: *head explodes as i realize that my plans to build my dad's website are out the door*
me: ok.
5.40, he arrives.
me: i had plans. give me some warning next time.
r: ok.
me: hey, you're not in your work clothes. *AGAIN* did you work today?
r: no
so you cancelled our mediation so you could d*ck around with ow? really? 'cause i was under the impression that our kids were supposed to take priority over your sex life. oh no? that rule only applies to me? ohhhh. okay. glad we cleared that up. ass face.