Eyes Wide Shut

I love finding out that someone thinks I've been put on the closet shelf. Quite a few days ago, which helped to contribute to the communication breakdown between the old man and I, I had a great conversation with a group leader I'd become acquainted with. Apparently she'd been told (before Mr. committed his faux pas and before he or I had any inkling things were going to take a turn for the worst) that he and I were "just about done". I was startled to hear her say it because, on that particular day, I hadn't yet made a final decision, and most importantly, Mr. & I hadn't even had a chance to have a real conversation about it, all the blogging aside. This particular group leader did not have access to my blog, and even if she had, isn't a blog reading kind of girl. So it came back to my ghost again, setting us up for failure, and announcing it to the world. I don't excuse Mr. his part in this ridiculous nonsense, it obviously takes more than one person to commit an indiscretion. But this just confirmed my opinion of the kind of person he's dealing with.
Tomorrow is Sunday....it was our unofficial day together for a couple of weeks. He's extended his hand in friendship to celebrate the holiday together. I accepted. I miss Mrs D. Juju misses her adopted family. Breakfast, a movie, some fun time....maybe even THAT DAMN KITE!! LOL. And we'll do it as friends, friends who still have the vivid memory of being lovers. That ought to go over well. I can't just walk away, unfortunately there is too much entanglement involved to do that. But things have changed, as all things do in time. Another chapter....the story goes on.
So Mr., I see as your anxiety level climbs over your upcoming special date, you turn to the person you feel has the sane, intelligent mind to support you through it. Yes, you have my full support, even if I think you are a flaming tard for getting into the mess in the first place. Just remember where you were when it happened. And remember who your company was when the second incident happened. It wasn't me. I can't wait till this freaking mess is done, so we can have a real decent fight about the whole mess. Yes, a knock down, drag out, old fashioned fight. Random wood? Yeah, I thought so...