The idiot boyfriend is not leaving town. Apparently he has a "union" job doing cleaning of government offices. A maintenance deal. Well, first of all, almost all the cleaning and maintenance for the government buildings even the high end top security buildings all contract out their cleaning and maintenance. The people who do these jobs are not unionized. I know. I am a shop steward.
Can you say bull feathers?
I give him 3-4 months at THIS job. In the three years I've known this man he's never lasted more than that at any of his jobs. Why can I see this but Rebel can't?!
It's the sex. At her age - it's always the sex. I remember when I was her age it was about sex. And the most ironic bit is when she does finally dump him and has sex with someone else, she'll realize that sex with this guy was really less than mediocre. And he's most definitely not as good as she thinks he is, because he's her first. And he smokes a lot of pot. I am sure of this. Smoking pot makes you impotent and not much of a player with the mattress games. Really. I read that some where on the inter net, so it must be true. Yes, this is her mother talking. it's reality. Although he does make me want to hurl even as I rationalize this in my head and blog it.
I must watch myself around this man because as I get crankier, Rebel notices and defends him even more. So I am going to go stealth and stalk him until I can for once, get him alone somewhere and have the latest in a series of chats with him - and without the interrupting Rebel in the room. It will be better that way. And then if he does tell her, I will simply lie and tell her I have no idea what she's talking about. It will be his word against mine. And given his penchant for lies, who would you believe, even if I am "the psycho mother."
Moving on .
I've been blogging for a few years now. Sometimes sporadically sometimes daily, but almost regularly. I have finally separated from XSU and starting to live a new life on my own. The original blog helped me get through the painful process of the end of the marriage, along with some bumpy roads dealing with a critically ill child in the midst of the end of marriage mess. Now this blog will see me through the new paths and adventures that life has to offer. Restructuring my life. My way. My experiences, ventings, musings on that whole big and not so big deal.