Yeah! I get a new housemate tonight!!
My ex.
A month or so he told me he would be looking for a place to live as his current housemate was selling his house. Dummy me, in a fit of niceness, told him if worse comes to worse he can sleep in the basement. I figured he would end up moving in with his girlfriend or find some other buddy to room with, didn’t think more about it.
Last night he called. Hemmed and hawed around it. Finally I said “Emo, WHAT do you want?!” “Uh… the key?” Aw hell! Turns out he and his gf broke up quite messily this past weekend. Blood was almost shed, he wouldn’t answer whether the police were involved or not. (I heard through someone else that she may have tried to run him over :eek: ) Suffice it to say, that relationship is gone. He did state that it would only be for a few months tops.
LilMiss is, of course, over the moon about it. I explained that he’s a roommate, we’re not reconciling. I don’t think she’s quite understanding that part. She immediately got on the phone and called her best friend to let her know. I guess we’re going to have a sit down once his stuff is in and explain it again.
THEN I get to sit down with him and explain how it’s going to be. That should be fun. Not.
Good gravy, what did I get myself into?
It could be a good thing. I lived in the same house with my ex for a year while we were separated, before the divorce was final. It gave me a chance to be more objective about our relationship, and figure out what was wrong. I hope it works that way for you! And I hope LilMiss isn’t too disappointed when he moves out again. It’ll be nice for them to spend more time together, so that’s a good thing.
He and I have been apart now for seven years or so, but we’ve always been fairly close friends. As he has put it, I’m the only one to call him on his bs. And, of course, he is LilMiss’s dad.
To be truthful, in a sad way, I kind of anticipate LilMiss seeing her dad for what he is- a 9 year old trapped in a 34 year old body. Maybe she won’t revere him so much. Before you think I’m horrible, I have never said a word against him in front of her. Ever. LilMiss has questioned her father’s lack of responsibility (“Mom, if Dad is so broke why did he just but a new leather coat and go away for the weekend?”) and I have answered somewhat obscurely (“Everyone has their priorities, LilMiss.”). I have told him to grow up, get a clue, join the world, but I have always left her out of it.
It’s one of those sad ironies- I started dating him because I needed frivolity in my life. I was way too serious and had been dealing with quite a bit in my life. Then came LilMiss. Gone were the weekends away, the going out and listening to bands four times a week, the spending our paychecks on nothing. When responsibility rears it’s ugly head, he’s always been out the door. Not just with me, but with his second ex. He lasted two years with her after they had a child.
I’m the only person who has offered him a place to stay. For that, I feel so bad for him. I mean, who wants to live in the basement of their exgirlfriend? Then again, how do I go out on a date and explain “Oh him? That’s my ex. He lives in the basement”? Oy vey.
Ah, crud. snuggles MissTake You need anything, my e-mail’s in my profile, you hear? 