The Princess has asked (via text) to drop the boys off early AGAIN this week. I have no reason to say no, and am missing them desperately, so I said okay.
She texted back a little smiley face.
The first thought that entered my head was, "Fuck you and your smiley face!"
I would never do this of course (I believe that would be what y'all might call "Petting the Drama Llama"), but the thought of texting that back to her made me smile.
Of course, there would be the shock, the tears, the "frank discussions", etc. It totally wouldn't be worth it, but god damn, it would be briefly fun!
Instead, I'm texting nothing, and looking forward to hanging with my boys a few hours earlier. The day will come when I'm so indifferent that any thoughts about her will be unable to draw emotion: I think that's still a ways off!
Two sons: 2000 and 2003
Cheating louse: What's her name again?
Finally divorced Jul/17
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!