Today I picked up my son from karate and brought him home. My ex was in the house earlier, but had left already. When I got home my son says to me, "The dog threw up. Twice. Mom wouldn't clean it up. She said it wasn't her job."
I just laughed. It was so ludicrous. My son then said that my ex had stepped in one of the throw up piles. I could only respond with, "good."
[This message edited by kg201 at 7:38 PM, April 29th (Tuesday)]
As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.
Oh and this is fitting too...
Of them the proverbs are true: "A dog returns to its vomit," and, "A sow that is washed returns to her wallowing in the mud."
2 Peter 2:22
Karma always feels better when it is by their own hand... or foot as in this case!!
I just hope this is a good sign that Molly the dog comes with me when it is time to move.
I hope so too.
When my ex and I were first living together in Brooklyn in the mid-90s, we went to a party in Manhattan. She had drank a lot so we decided to take a cab home, even though we couldn't really afford it then. We are half way over the Brooklyn Bridge and she starts telling me to tell the cab driver to pull over. She's feeling nauseous. There is no place to pull over on the Brooklyn Bridge, and the cab driver has that look of sheer horror on his face (although I'm sure this is a weekly event for most cabbies in NY). We don't make it over the bridge...I cup my hands and she goes all over my hands, my leather jacket, the cab.
If I had only known then, that that vomit was just a prequel to what she would do all over our marriage...maybe I would have said it wasn't my job to clean up after her then as well.
Sorry if that was TMI.
My son then said that my ex had stepped in one of the throw up piles.
“The most difficult times for many of us are the ones we give ourselves.”
― Pema Chödrön
That's pretty funny kg201.