Well it was a nice quiet weekend without him around! LOL
We tend to bicker about things entirely too much. He just grates my nerves terrible. I think it is me, I have noticed lately lots of things grate my nerves. =P Anyway it does him good to be gone from me, because then he gets all mewly about missing me and how much he loves me blahdiddy blah. I know I sound ungrateful, but he is rather a mushy mouth at times. <sigh>
Anyway get this, so his daughter graduated magna cum laude. Which is awesome and though it only took her 8 years to do it, I am glad she finally finished (though it is really completely irrelevent to us as we don't have a clue about her life.) <stifling the urge to meow> So after graduation, which by the way was sunny and bright so no fussing over seats, they all went to lunch.
Lunch consisted of Raj, his parents, both his daughters, one boyfriend of oldest daughter, both of Raj's exes. LOL. Sooooo happy I was not there!!!!!!!! Sheese. Though I think Raj ate it all up, and more power to him for it too. lol
She liked the frame according to Raj. The only real messyness in all of the trip is Raj came home with renewed angst about his mother and I being friends. He once again asked me to make peace with her. He told me she said she is willing to forget it all if I will call her.
Now part of me just knows he is pushing this thing. I don't want to be friends with her. It wouldn't be like "friends" it would be like endurance. He keeps telling me "they are old and they won't be around forever" yadayada. Ummm....not my problem. And frankly they will be around forever, that is always the way.
My internal warning system that rarely works screams at me NO, when he broaches making up. It honestly gives me the creepy crawlys. I don't want to have to go hang out with them. It would just be one big fake fest.
The other day he said something or other about where we were going to eat out, I said I didn't care where we went. Now Raj is one of those people who can't seem to accept the given answer to something. If I say I don't care where we eat, that means I don't care. That does not mean I don't want Mexican and you had better read my freakin' mind. It means I don't care.
I say what I mean. If I don't want something, I will say so straight up, I'm not shy. Nor can I stand the idea that someone thinks they should read my mind. I certainly don't read others minds and am not going to try to even. He said, "well I thought you were just saying that to be nice".
<cough, cough> Now tell me why my husband has not figured out yet...that I don't say things just to be nice. I either mean what I say or I don't say anything. There is no guessing game with me. In fact I think I am about as easy a person to figure out as there is because there is no guessing about things. But does my hubby get that?? Nooooo.
I politely said to him, "haven't you figured out that I don't do things I don't want to?"
He snapped, "oh yes I know you don't, even when other people do for you"....
I just started laughing hysterically. The evening deteriorated from there on out.
Point being that in two days I could tell he had been around his parents and in particular his mother and those exes of his...and his daughters....who manipulate the crap out of him. And you know what, he knows how to play that game, so it drives him nuts that I don't play and he gets his hand called on it all the time here. It is just nonsense and stupid if you ask me.
When I see him flip back into that mode after being around that bunch, my head rings and nausea comes over me thinking about being 'friends' again and having to hang out with my in-laws. NOOOOOOOO!!!
I prefer the title 'selfish b*tch' to 'poser' anyday.
Yeah we enjoyed him being gone. Yet part of me missed him...sorta. <sigh>
Hugs,
~Ami
xoxo