Just about everything in this world is easier said than done, with the exception of "systematically assisting Sisyphus's, cyst-susceptible sister," which is easier done than said. - Lemony Snicket
Ugh. Ugh. UGHHHHH.
I was right. The pop up woman and her family are back for good.
The T and i had a lovely afternoon together today. We flea bombed his house. Then we locked it up, left the fleas to die on their own and headed to Western Springs Park for lunch and a big walk with Nixon. We then headed to his kid's school to collect them.
There was no sign of pop up woman - or her kids. We had a great time taking a tour of his children's new classrooms and meeting their teachers. We sat and chatted with another parent - who i am sure was on p - but that is a whole other blog post all together! Then we wandered back to the car and home to the T's place.
I then raced home to pick up my girls and take them shopping for a few things they needed prior to school starting.
As soon as my phone rang and i saw the T's name flashing on it - i knew something was up. He had promised to tell me if he had heard anything and never phones my cell phone.
Sure enough - his girls told him that the whole family is back. The pop up woman's kids are in different classes but they are back. T thought it was strange that we did not see any of them there today - but they are definitely back.
That means that every single day T is going to have to see a woman that he only relates to his drug and alcohol abuse - a woman that used to laugh and tell him she knew that she was a bad influence on him and the cause of him relapsing. Not to mention the fact that she guilt tripped him and told him how jealous she was when he advised her that he had met someone. His response to that went something like - "HELLO - you are MARRIED".
I know that he wants nothing to do with her. He is being completely honest with me, despite his fear that this will set me back into distrusting and insecure "Michaela mode". I love him to bits for that. He has assured me over and over that even if we were not together and were not so solid - that he would not want her back in his life - that he doesn't even like her.
I am not going to let this bother me anymore. This is nothing more than a relationship test for us. A relationship is nothing if it doesn't have trust - so i have to just be secure in the fact that he loves me, will never be tempted by drugs or alcohol again - or anyone that indulges in that crap - and that we are solid.
No matter what.
That is easier said than done. I so want to Facebook message that banana boobed, cheating, druggie, pop up and ask her what her husband thinks of her chasing the T five minutes after she arrived back in the country!
But. I. Won't.
I will just blog it instead.
Sheesh - i thought i was safe from this kind of stuff when i chose to fall in love with a broke, skinny, nerd.
What are some women like?!?!