Monday, August 07, 2006

Once More Into the Breach

It doesn't get any easier taking my five year old back to his mother after the weekend now that he is trying to engineer a reconciliation.

Last night as we were driving, I heard him twist in the back seat. "That is the noodle place," he said "we can all go there tonight."

"I can't come today," I lied, "I have to go to the office and print some papers for a meeting."

"I didn't meant tonight, " he lied, "I meant another night."

"We'll have to ask Mummy," I said.

"Why?" he asked. "I'm inviting you." And, as my eyes began to fill, "I want you to be Mummy's company."

Another blub up for me on the way home. It has been a year now and I couldn't give a damn about her to be perfectly frank, but - though I have to keep my mouth shut for his sake - I will never forgive her for making him worry so, that he schemes like this.
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