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I left the house tonight after getting ripped on by the almost-ex again. I explained my B+ in one class was because I was distracted by the divorce and got weeks behind in my homework. She scoffed and said that was why? That I was blaming it on her? I said yes, and walked out. My daughter was there, so no sense in starting another nasty, ugly fight.
The ex seems to think that everything she does in life has absolutely no effect on anyone else. I think that's a sign of egoism or megalomania or something. She certainly has ego. She's perfect and everything is everyone else's fault, a lesson my daughter has learned well.
Leaving wasn't a total loss. After about an hour at the bar a bunch of people came in. Three women started dancing on the pool table to "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." At the end the auburn-haired one flashed her tits, the first ones I've seen in 7 months (aside from the ex's, which I also saw today, but they don't count because there's absolutely no excitement there). Might've been a nice night if I hadn't been just buzzed enough. When I get drunk I get depressed. Then I start feeling sorry for myself, no confidence, so why ask women for anything?
That's why I don't drink much. I don't like those feelings. Once I hit that point I had one more beer (over the next hour) then headed home.
The high point of the day (after the titty flash)was getting some work done around the house. Cleaned the patio furniture, put the cushions on the patio couch, cut the grass back from the concrete and put the cuttings in bare spots on the lawn, rolled the hose onto a new hose reel, and trimmed branches away from the phone and power lines. Just basic homeowner crap.
The crappiest part of the day was when my daughter ripped on my cooking again. She was mad because I made burgers, which she apparently has had every day this week in school lunches the way she makes it sound. I told her to quit acting like she was doing me a favor by eating my cooking, and she's not getting anything else. She ate. After my son and I finished. At this point I'm glad they won't be living with me. I'm getting tired of having my meals critiqued every time I sit down to dinner. I'm a damn good cook, so it's not that. I think she's just lashing out at the situation. I want to let it go, but I can't. Respect for parents must be enforced. If I had my choice my son could live with me and my daughter with the ex. They're like two peas in a pod anyway. The women from that family are all ungrateful egotistical bitches. The mother-in-law, her sisters, the whole bunch. Nuts, too, at least one of them (certifiably).
My son could be a decent person if his mother doesn't wreck him with her near-constant criticism. But I'm not going there. I'm not bitter. I just wish she was the same person I fell in love with 15 years ago. Or maybe I'm just seeing the true person now. I can't really know.