If you had the pleasure of reading
my previous post regarding my ex-husbands escape from the local mental hospital
(ok, so that's not true... however, he has taken on the behavior of a deranged lunatic)
you probably feel as though that would have been his one and only breakdown and
we could all move on peacefully, right? Wrong!
Although the most recent mental
breakdown did not revolve around where I was, why I didn't answer the phone, or
whether or not I was dating someone... it was in fact focused on my clothing
choice on the way to the gym. Yep, that's right my friendly followers... my
NDSU hooded sweatshirt has brought out a new form of crazy (did you have any
idea how powerful NDSU apparel was? I had no idea... If I had known I would
have gone to school there). The following questions were fired off as if I was
in an interrogation room (keep in mind I was in the lobby of daycare): Who's
sweatshirt is that? Where did you get it? Why are you wearing that? Once again
I stood there as if he was speaking in an entirely different language, eyes
glossed over and I was thinking about what I should do while I was at the gym,
and what a good person I was for even going there at 5pm on a Friday. He
finished off his rant with a cheery..."oh, well I like it". Dear
Jesus, is he bi-polar? The noise that is his voice subsided, I looked at him as
if he had gone mad and just said a simple..."you're ridiculous" and
we moved on. WTH!!??
Are the interrogating, snide
comments ever going to stop? Will he ever grow up?
One can only hope…
Does anyone want to put a wager on what
the next mental breakdown will be about? The color of my hair, the outside
temperature or the fact that I watched Monday Night Football (I mean seriously,
why would I do that)? Ugh…
Ciao… xoxo
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