My oldest daughter lives on the other side of the country from me. We’ve lived on opposite coasts since she was 2 and her mom and I divorced. I think she prefers me because I am not around as much. (Not that I chose that situation, it’s just what happened, and she knows that when she’s older she is welcome to live with me.) Because she doesn’t see her dad as often when she spends time with me it’s an event rather than something she can take for granted. I mean, we’ve done video chats often, I talk to her on the phone, I text her, so it’s not like I’m not in her life but she only gets to actually be with me once or twice a year (for a week or so at a time).
I can tell that her bond with her mom is naturally deeper if not as obvious. I suspect that will be the case with you and him. You may not see it until he’s much older but I bet there’ll be a day when it makes itself clear.
Our kids would cycle through which parent they preferred, and whether they were clingy or affectionate or independent. Wife and I would look at each other as one of us was having the kids jump all over them, and say in unison “It’s just a phase…”
(Actually, the one that was being mobbed would have a look like “I’m not going to get ANYthing done for the next hour, am I?” and the other would cheerily say “Well, since no one’s jumping on ME, I’m going to start laundry … then make a drink and read a good book.”)
Thank you and thanks to everyone’s good wishes. I’m pretty sure he will recover, but at our age, we are in a move it or lose it situation, so even when he is recovered from COVID, he won’t get back everything he lost by spending weeks sleeping.
Another bad part is me. I am so conflicted. I am so angry at him. This was so avoidable and he’s such a smart guy. When I’m not in the same room as him, I mentally seethe and rage at him, but as soon as I look at him I melt and want to do whatever I can to make him feel better.
I’m going to go visit my kitten next week. I have been told that I will be allowed to pet all of the kittens and look at the parents. I can touch them as well, but that will probably be hard to do with my hands full of fuzzy lil kittens.
I am so sad that hubs can’t come. He would have so much fun, he wouldn’t stop smiling for weeks.
I had a conversation with my wife about this and she said we heard two different things.
She said she heard the server say they were sold out of the prime slices of the prime rib, so they could not possibly cook whatever was left medium rare.
She said what I heard was “Fuck you and anyone that wants medium rare, because we are short staffed and losing money on the special and we aren’t separating out the best slices of prime rib so we are only cooking it medium from now on.”
We will probably be back for the special again this week and I’m going to ask for medium rare, and if I can’t get I’m go to ask him why not (it’s okay we actually have a good relationship with the restaurant staff.) and report back.
