The perfect out

Why I think I need one, I don't know but I do. And now I have one. My Mother.

She said she was coming over on Tuesday night. She wanted to see my new things and see the kids and play with the grandoggers. Dana and I were talking on the phone at about 7:10 and I was telling him that my mom had talked about coming over but I hadn't heard from her so I figured she had changed her mind or something came up. (notice how I don't get in a huff about changed plans)

He and I were chatting. It has become strained. Cordial. Not the lively, happy go lucky conversations from yesteryear. Shelby sat up quickly, tilted her head back and howled. There was a knock on my bedroom door and my Mom walked in. Excitedly I said that Mom was there and that I would call him later. We hung up.

Her and I visited and played with the dogs, oooo'd and ahhhh'd over the new carpet, laid on my bed and watched TV and chatted. Time passes quickly when we are together. Guess that happens when you are truly enjoying yourself.

9pm....the phone rings. I knew it was Dana. I knew he was going to be mad that I hadn't called him back yet but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and answered in a happy tone.

"I thought you were going to call me back" (in a very angry tone)

"I'm still visiting with my Mom"

"It's been an hour and a half. I thought she would be gone by now" (in an equally snarky tone)

"We're still visiting. I'll call you in a few when she leaves"

And we hung up. His voice is deep and carries. Mom could hear everything. *long sigh*
She just looks at me and doesn't say a word. Just that shake of the head and simple cluck of the tongue.

We started watching House at 9pm and got caught up in it. She likes it. I like it. So we watched. No big deal.

10PM...phone rings again. She looks at me with that knowing look. I answer the phone and he says:

"Jeezuz Christ...I need to get to bed. I thought you were calling me right back"

"I'm still visiting with Mom"

"Geez, Tammy, it's 10oclock.

"Yeah? So?"

"She knows you have to get up early"

At this point I'm seething and really not listening. I made nice for about 30 seconds then told him she is leaving soon and I would call him back in 15-20 min.

What a fucking asshat. She was upset. Not at me but for me. She finally asked "when are you going to do something about him?"

Well, I have been so worried about his feelings but now I am DONE. I called him back after she left. Let him know he was VERY RUDE. Told him not to try to control me or my time. And let him know on no uncertain terms that my Mom is off limits. There is never going to be a time where he can critizize her and I'll be ok. NEVER.

We are meeting on Thursday night. His cell phone (which is actually my cell phone) is on the blink (which was the very important thing that he HAD to talk to me about) so I am taking it back to get it serviced. What he doesn't know yet is that I will be bringing his duffle with everything of his in it and exchanging that for my phone and telling him that I no longer want to see or talk to him. We are DONE. No friendship. No casual contact. No phone calls. No hope for anything in the future.

Phew...I feel better already. Don't you?