Some things change.
Some things don't.
I called my ex to ensure that it was ok to drop the boys off earlier than originally agreed, and the conversation naturally included chiding that the relationship was no longer including me calling her to just chat. Ok, chiding is an understatement.
I answered the question of "why" I needed to drop off the boys earlier with "the prof and I are going to some functions that start in the late afternoon."
"Oh. She must mean a lot to you then, because you never did anything I wanted to do if you didn't like it."
"Well I do try to learn from past relationships and apply that knowledge..."
The conversation continued, mostly because I wanted to somewhat smooth things over, hopefully without compromising where I shouldn't, although arguably it was too late for that.
"Oh look at all the flowers around here. Karl must have some into the apartment while I was gone and brought them, and cleaned up a bit, and he's know what kind of flowers I like, and he has brought me some wine. Remember to find out what kind of flowers the prof likes, that's important."
I mentally wondered if she were trying to make me jealous.
Some things never change.
Sadly that includes me leaving an opening for this sort of conversation.
But the action leads to the consequence, so perhaps some day there will be a change as I repeatedly get beaten over the head.
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