Sunday was my Son's official birthday,
I was going to bring them out for the day,
but the ex, or as I often referred to in his midlife blog
him, he, the ex, wanted to spend the day with them.

I suggested we go to lunch, I thought in my new frame of mind
I was able to sit reasonable with him, and them.
He agreed, I said I would ask the kids, what they thought, I said
I would call him.
Half an hour later he called, said I wouldnt believe what had happened
he had input his bank number four times, and now his card was blocked, he couldnt get any money out.
He was right I didnt believe him.

I figured he was broke, and hadnt the cash, so I said I would
have to think about what to do the next day, the girls did not want
to go out to lunch, the probably didnt want us to be put together
I dunno know, but they didnt want to go.
I said I would let him know what we decided later.

There was no way on this earth, I was paying for dinner for him,
I guess that is the bitch in me, but to hell with it, the party had
cost me over 600 as it was. I decided to do dinner at home and we would
all sit and eat the food was there.

My dad and my sister were not happy about this, I understand why, he had been there on quite a few occassions over the last few weeks, but this was my decision and it seemed the best answer for me, for us.

So I rang him told him and he agreed, he came we ate and it was okay
in the sense that I didnt slag him off, and I didnt even feel upset, I guess I am over him. Good.


He didnt behave very well on leaving, I could tell he was upset, he had sat there for hours with the girls, our son went out with his mates, I just wanted him to hurry up and go, but I let him get the message and go himself.

I had suggested he top up our son's phone online, if his card was blocked
he seemed to get megga pissed at that idea, guess I was right about the cash not been in the bank, anyway, he got thick, said he hadnt the price of a bag of crisps these days and left.

I texted him that he had behaved like a pig, and I would not be inviting him for dinner and putting myself out like that again no way, his reply was he didnt know what I meant, and that he was not well, and I hadnt the manners to ask him was he okay, and it was obvious he was ill, he was worried about himself.
My reply was I had noticed he didnt seem well, but it wasnt my place to be asking him now was it.
Dont't think he liked that either.

My sister was relieved, she is what I call a worry wart, I think she is getting used to the new me, the accepting of the shit me, the non crying me,
That is how it is, and I guess how it will be for a long time, but the good thing is there were no tears from me, no distress,
just thats the way it is.
Me.