...but I actually have something nice to say about CSJ. This morning, just like every Monday morning, he brought my son home around 7am. Usually, I'm already up and getting ready for school, but since I'm off today, I was still lying in bed. I wasn't really sleeping, but kind of in that in-between stage between awake and asleep. I heard them come in, and for once, they were actually trying to be quiet. I heard CSJ say, "Shhh, Mom's still sleeping. Oh, that's right, she's off today. That sucks that she has to get up on her day off to take you to school." There was some more whispering between the two of them. Then, I heard him go outside. I assumed he left. A couple of minutes later, I got out of bed, went to my son's room to say good morning, and he said, "Why did you get up?" So I say, "To take you to school." He said, "No, Dad's gonna drive me so you could sleep in. He's waiting out in the car." I almost fell over.
I still had to get up, though, because he needed lunch. (He's back to his "diet" so I didn't want him to just buy lunch at school, since that would mean chili-cheese fries!) A few minutes later CSJ came back in the house to see what was taking my son so long, and he genuinely looked disappointed that I was up. He thought my son woke me, and almost yelled at him for waking me, before I explained that I got up to make his lunch. He said he was just going to give him lunch money, and that I should just go back to bed. That wasn't going to happen, but I appreciated the gesture, nonetheless.
Perhaps somewhere under all that shit there's still a teeny, tiny shred of the man I used to love... Luckily for him, these are the moments that keep me from hiring a hit man!!
Wedding Wrecks, Vol. 345
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