One thing that was on my mind was Mr. Wonderful. The years looming before me of having to take care of him (financially). Him contributing next to nothing in any way. He doesn’t help financially. He’s virtually stopped even pretending to work around the yard and home. His one redeeming factor has always been helping me with the kids schedules. But he’s not even great at that anymore. Basically he’s just being a slug and living off of me, with the added joyous quality of being a drunk, obnoxious, mean slug.
I actually was thinking yesterday morning, as I was lying there in bed….”I need to have a talk with him one morning, before he’s been drinking, about our future.”
I was thinking that I need to keep it real with him and lay it out as I see it. We’ve been down this road too many times for me to continue to expect or hope for change. It won’t happen.
Mr. Wonderful generally spends Wednesday nights with his girlfriend of the moment (it changes constantly). Wednesday is piano night, so it’s a good night for him to do this without Little Guy asking a lot of questions. Little Guy likes for Mr. Wonderful to be home at bedtime, but on Wednesdays it’s become routine and that’s the only night I sleep in the big bed (formerly our bed).
So anyhow…Little Guy came home from school yesterday (Wednesday) saying his tooth was still hurting. He of course had his oral surgery on Monday, so it’s still normal for it to be a little tender.
I was rushing to get home to try to get Diva to piano when Mr. Wonderful called me. He said, “Since Little Guy’s tooth is hurting, I’ll stay home with him until you get back from piano. That way, he won’t have to be running around town with you when he’s feeling bad.”
So Mr. Wonderful stayed home with Little Guy until we got home at 9ish. Then he kissed us all goodbye and left, telling Little Guy his usual story. “I’m staying over at Joe’s after Happy Hour so that I’m not drinking and driving.”
Redemption. For a moment. Just when I start really getting ready to make a move and be proactive about Mr. Wonderful, he does something….nice.
What would you do? Is it pathetic that I’m so extremely appreciative of even the tiniest gesture? Considering that I am the one carrying the weight of the entire world?