But when I got to his place, they informed me that they had changed the plan; they were going to go to Panera Bread for brunch, then drop PDaughter at my apartment. Of course, since I was already there, I invited myself to go to Panera with them, then bring our kiddo back home. We eat together as a family every couple of weeks. Because I for one refuse to have an acrimonious breakup and never see him again. Even though I don't want to be married to him, that doesn't mean I don't love him.
|It's weird, but it's what it is.|
I lost it. We all lost it. The guy at the register probably thought we were out of our minds, which wasn't wrong by any means.
Best. Freudian. Slip. Ever.
|You guys are seriously making me look bad. *sigh*|
So we went on to have a nice brunch, because despite everything we can still laugh together.
Despite the fact that he has called me a bad mother and a terrible wife.
Despite the fact that he promised I could keep the escrow refund from the sale of the house, yet when it arrived (at his place) this week, that promise miraculously became half the escrow refund (to the tune of $1,500 in his pocket and out of mine).
Despite all these things.
Because it's worth it to me to be shut of him. Free from him. Completely done with him. Really.
Am I being played? Probably. What should I be doing differently? Your call, Drunkards.
Let me know.