Remember That Tuesday A While Back? This One's Better

Tonight I was chattering with Wade, and my Momma beeped in. I answered, and she said, "Mr. Wonderful just told me to leave. Can you come get me?"

Of course I can. I went to get my Momma, and so now she's staying with me for a few days to consider her options. This is an interesting development. In the spirit of honesty, I've wanted her to divorce my dad since I figured out what a true bastard he is - somewhere around 14. (Yes, I'm slow sometimes.) I'm happy for her choice, if only to take the time to decide what she needs.

Next, I emailed the boy to ask him to call me. I had to call him on the way to Momma's to ask him not to call me until I've got this sorted, and even better, to let me call him. Just now, I checked my email, and he wrote me about the problems in his world. They're worse than mine. I am not going to talk about them because they're not my problems to discuss, plus, my thoughts on them could be used as evidence later.

Regardless, let's just go back to that fact that I really, really, violently hate Tuesdays.