Me: BS(45)Him: EX, aka "The Dink"(52). D-Day#1 12/22/11. D-Day#2 5/23/13. Divorced 1/10/14.
So every single time a piece of mail shows up for me at STBX's house he contacts me. And I tell him the same thing each time - Set it to the side and i'll make a trip to come get them at some point.
So yesterday I was supposed to go over there after work. But when I got off I was tired and had a headache and driving 30 minutes the opposite direction of where I now reside did not appeal. So I reached out and told him i'd be by on Sunday.
Get a call last night about 7:20. He's bringing it to me.
K whatever dude.
So when he gets here I happen to be outside in the back yard having a cigarette. So my stepdad answers the door. STBX hands him the stuff for me, says 'here you go, take care', turns around and leaves.
Who drives 30 minutes one way on a Friday night just to hand someone a small, non-urgent pile of stuff and just leaves?
That was totally strange. Part of me wanted to call and go WTH? You all right?
Then I remembered that I no longer care! :)
[This message edited by PhoenixRising88 at 7:21 AM, December 28th (Saturday)]
New chapter of my life- married 11/13/15 to the man I'd thought I would never find.
Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack.