The good news is, choir went pretty well tonight, and I think our concert will not be a total disaster.
The bad news is, I am still not as comfortable with some of the music as I wish I was.
The good news is, The Jackass called twice while I was out at rehearsal.
The bad news is, I strongly suspect he only called because of this complicated network of friend-of-a-friend women and someone reading him the riot act.
The good news is, he called again after I got home.
The bad news is, I knew right from hello what was coming.
The good news is, I’m smart! And funny! And interesting!
The bad news is, I am not smart enough or funny enough or interesting enough to override the basic male instinct to FLEE FROM THE CHILDREN.
The good news is, I did not imagine that we had a great date.
The bad news is, when I got out my car keys and he saw the picture of my children dangling from my key ring he thought “what am I doing?”
The good news is, he was man enough to tell me the truth. Finally.
The bad news is, it still makes me feel like shit.
The good news is, I was polite. Mostly.
The bad news is, I wanted to scream and rant and rave and point out that I was concerned about exactly this and brought it up several times and oh, by the way, I’m not exactly shopping for a new Daddy for my kids. They have a father. I just want a man who is man enough to share me.
The good news is, I am relieved. I’m relieved to have some closure. I’m relieved it went no further.
The bad news is, I am so tired of this.