When I got home from work yesterday, I noticed my baby daddy’s truck parked in my driveway. He came and paid my husband the money he owed on the wheels he bought from him. I was way too exhausted to even try and sit in the same room with them while they sat and talked like they’d been friends forever. So I got up and went to MY domain. My bedroom. It was then I decided to go ahead and call my son back there to talk to him about moving out.
I approached the subject cautiously as I didn’t know how he was gonna feel talking to me about it. He was quite alright actually. My kids usually are just fine talking to me about things that other people may find kind of awkward. Such as their kids moving out on their own. However he spoke to me in a very mature manner about the whole thing. I asked him if he’d still need his dad and I to help him put money back to pay his bills, rent, just whatever it may be that he’ll need. He said yes. He will most definitely need our continued help. Because he’ll spend it, that’s an honest statement though and I can’t fault him just for being honest. He finally got his State income tax return in. Now he’s just waiting on his federal and his stimulus check and he’s more than set and ready to go then. My husband is supposed to be keeping an eye open for places available to rent. Like a one bedroom apartment with utilities included. Something along those lines.
I was very pleased with the outcome of our little huddle we had. His dad was more than happy to know that his intentions weren’t to keep living here. He’s always talking about how he and I don’t ever have time alone with one another. Well he’s about to get his wish on that one. It can’t come soon enough though honestly. Why? My husband and I haven’t had a night alone in almost a little over a year. Tensions are running high so to speak.
OK well I’m at work right now. I’ll be back later.