Friday, July 29, 2011

Sucker Punched

Well Miranda’s weekend is off to a raging start.  After a long Gwyn-less day at work, I hit the batting cages for some post work stress relief and had an actually fun lingering dinner with my mom and sister in law. Coach was on his way home and I was actually feeling a little hopeful and positive about this weekend. 

I got home about 10 pm.  Coach got here about 10:15.  We reunion kissed, albeit a bit warily since we’ve been fussing lately.  He started his post drive routine of jumping in the shower to freshen up for what was sure to be some good sex and literally before his pants were all the way off his phone rang. It was his oldest son calling and wanting Coach to come and pick the boys up and take them home. 

They’ve been staying with their grandma the last few days while their mom traveled for work. Apparently her plane is getting in an hour and a half later than it was supposed to so their grandma had the oldest boy call Coach to see if he’d come get them and take them home so they could be there waiting for their mom. 

He didn’t tell me all that right away. Instead he walked back out in the living room and sat down in his boxers. I asked what was going on and he shrugged his shoulders.  I asked what his son wanted and he told me.  Instantly my blood pressure rose and if I was a cartoon character I’m sure my eyes would have popped out of my head and the blood would have made my head swell until steam rolled out of my ears.

With surprising force I kept my mouth shut.  He asked if I was going to be mad if he went and I told him I wasn’t going to keep him from his kids.  He tried to probe for more but I told him I didn’t really think I needed to give my opinion. My temper did slip a bit and I couldn't resist saying if we had a normal relationship the boys would come hang out here with us until their mom got home. Coach walked back in my bedroom and lay across the bed for a few minutes and I could tell he was agonizing about the decision. 

I walked in there and said he should go because he’s going to feel worse about letting the boys down in the end.  He said he didn’t want me to be mad or have my feelings hurt.  I said again I’d never tell him not to see his kids but he knew how I felt about the situation and that this was impeccable timing and showed everything wrong with his relationship with his ex and with me. 

I walked back out in the living room and he got dressed and came out here and sat for another 10 minutes or so while I texted Gwyn to keep from shouting out that this was fucking bullshit and throwing his shit off my balcony.  Finally I just looked at him and smiled and said just go, that’s what you need to do.  He said something to the effect of not wanting this to set the tone for the whole weekend and I pretty much just sat and stared at the TV to keep from swearing at him. 

He said he’d be back in about an hour but I think Miranda is going to take her silent ass to bed before he gets back.  He was here for 33 freaking minutes start to finish. A new record for a relationship TKO. Happy fucking Friday everyone.


Edited to add he was back after only about 45 minutes and jumping like mad to try and make me laugh or act like everything was ok. I did neither.  We finally went to bed and layed there taking for a while before he put the moves on me.  I gave in because hell it's been over two weeks since we had sex and everything was food there.  Afterwards we were talking again and he asked if we were ok now and I started laughing and said just because we had sex doesn't change a damn thing between us.  He looked like I kicked a puppy.  Men are so stupid.  


  1. I sense the writing on the wall here. He was a fun, rebound bf experience but it's clearly time for you to move on to bigger and better things in my humble opinion. You deserve a lot more than he's currently offering and you also want a lot more than he's currently offering too.

  2. He should have refused to do this errand. I understand his wanting to spend time with his kids the next day, but this long drive errand running just so the kids get back to their mother's house at the expected time rather than a hour late when she could pick them up, cause her plane was late, is too much hoop jumping. The grandparents should just play host longer. Tough toogies.

  3. Of course I think YOU should have said this to him instead of telling him to go, but being furious about it. That's bad behavior or your part.

  4. Doug I did say that to him. This situation has always been screwed up and he always caves.