Alright, I told people I'd write about my Friday so here we go.
I had been planning this night for a month. I was supposed to babysit for Krista, who Brett has been living with. I convinced him to sit with me. Then it all came down to gametime and while he was making dinner(mac&&cheese). I took the kids out to "the yellow park" and when we got back he had his music blasting and was doing something out of sight. So I don't even worry about it, I just get the kids fed since I was there for them, not him.
Anyway, when he came around he stuck a CD in the DVD player and started loading up various bebe guns with those little pellets and aiming at odd targets in the kitchen.
Pretty wild, really. Except he said that he had to go at (insert time here). And so he was gone.
This was supposed to be our time together after the kids were out of the way. We were supposed to just be alone and he was supposed to hold me. We didn't even hold hands or hug.
Now he might be moving back with his family because his ma talked to him and made him feel guilty or something. And they live more than 30 miles from here. Whereas the place he's living right now is just a few miles.
We never get to hang out as it is between me working and me having anxiety/anti-social episodes. It sucks.
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