The skid weekend was overall halfway decent. I think I am finally finding a balance between engaging and disengaging that works for me. I took a few hours Saturday to venture off solo and shop, when I got home DH had made the 2 of us a nice dinner, the skids got happy meals beforehand and were in their room playing.

I feel as a couple, we are slowly rekindling the flame. We are kissing more. We are laughing more.

Naturally, the only shit part of the weekend was a BM outburst.

Right before drop off, she called with a pretend question but really to pick a random argument ...and then brought me into it:

"and you let AJanie know to stop texting SS, it is getting ridiculous! If you don't let her know, I will."

DH told her that HE had asked me to text SS a couple of times when his phone was broken and the junk phone he was using hardly worked. Which is true. I rarely text that child. I rarely even think about him enough to bother, to be honest. And what would I have to talk about with a little boy, anyway? I actually went back and reread the last year of texts in 2.5 minutes, just to try to decipher what the bride of chucky was talking about.

My findings: If I do text him, DH wants me to relay a quick message (for example: dinner time, please come home from little Johnny's) or I am answering a question SS asks ME (example: I ordered a fidget spinner off of Amazon, did it come in yet?") HE sent me a video of baby squirrels in his bedroom that BM and stepdad rescued (sanitary) to which I replied aw, how cute. Oh, and I wished him a Happy Easter - how ridiculous of me.

I was so hurt and disgusted that she brought me into it. I locked myself in my bedroom and grabbed my phone, ready to text her and tell her to f*ck herself ... but I simmered down, repeated a few positive affirmations and had a glass of wine. I didn't argue with DH out of frustration. I successfully ignored the whore.

I went with him for drop off just to see the bud light sign in her front window. It gives me a good, hard laugh every time.