I believe the meaning of this adage was along the lines of discovering that if you got it, sometimes you realised it wasn’t what you wanted after all. In my case, this isn’t true. I wanted the Squeeze to just once; just one time – stand up for himself. Bite the bullet. Let her have it. Tell her to mind her own damned business and keep her face out of our lives!
Tonight, I saw it. It
was a thing of beauty really. Actually,
bitch slapping her off her chair would have been my first preference, but this
will do!
Things had been silent since our email exchange, as is often
the case with him. I suppose he goes
into thought mode, which I should be grateful for in reality. But he came in the door and I was ready for
boxing; determined to go with or without him and resolute not to make a scene
if he intended to slink off for the “Brady Bunch Birthday Dinner”. Instead, he came in singing and set about
changing for boxing.
On the way, the kid called and asked about dinner, including the somewhat covertly 'was I coming…..'
So the Squeeze explained that going out for dinner… Just a cosy table of the four of us wasn’t going to work and even if I didn’t come, there is only history there now (and not pleasant history) and doing dinner as a happy little family just wasn’t an option. Instead, we would go to boxing, he would go to dinner with his mother and then the Squeeze would collect him from dinner and take him to a movie. Finally... The truth!
The kid sounded fine.
I was fine. Everyone was happy…
Well everyone except the Harridan who called as we got in
from boxing; her raised tone echoed throughout the house (and it wasn’t even on
speaker!) He had ruined
everything. He had stuffed her
around. He had… blah blah. The kid “wanted” a family dinner and he was
too damned selfish.. blah blah.
Surprisingly, he let her have it with both barrels. Truth tell, I've never seen him in such good form...
I believe the clincher for him was when he realised that she
fully intended to have a “family” birthday dinner on Friday night with herself
and the three boys (and we were certainly not invited); yet she would plant
herself smack in the middle of our birthday dinner – like a freaking buda!
In other words, we needed her superior supervision…
Not in this lifetime.
That Biach is Cuckoo!
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