It was kind of inevitable, and whether he comes back or not, is to be seen.
So he spent just over a month in the country and I didn’t see him once. This is also not an unusual thing.
The positives? … Well, I’m still figuring that one out.
I certainly got to ‘know’ him a bit more, strangely enough. Not through face to face methods, but though the screen; again. He pretty much, could of stayed in Australia for that.
Apparently he’s used to getting his way.
How have I come to know this?
He hints. Makes little (and large) suggestions.
Unfortunately, I don’t do hints. Or suggestions. I do up front, straight up questions and answers. So do my kids.
Just before he left the country – again – he rang me to say he was ready to be picked up. Like – Now. 6pm one evening … even though I don’t drive; I’ve told him repeatedly that we need at least 24 hours notice (because I don’t drive and the partner has a bad back … ); and just because it’s freaking courteous to give someone (like me especially) a fucking heads up.
Well the answer to his demand, was a resounding … No. But we can come on Monday. So the following day, after he’d been denied, he rang to say he was going home.
Surprise surprise. And See Yah.
Not that shit don’t work on Me mate.