Last night, I had a big surprise.
My runaway wife, Danielle, took two of my girls to the shopping mall for a Private Shopping event after dinner last night. It was held at the shop where my oldest daughter is working before going back to college. Danielle brought all three of them back to her apartment, where I picked them up later on.
When I arrived to pick them up, she told me that she had invited all three of them for dinner at her apartment on Tuesday night and they’d all accepted. Whoa! They’re all talking to her!
Also, as I was leaving, she said “I love you” to each of them (but not me, of course). I don’t know what’s happened exactly, but it’s nice that they’re finally getting along again.
With reference to my recent Pity Party plans and desire for some free time, this should be a great chance for me to have an evening to myself! Wild times! Except I have a Committee meeting the same night! Shit!
I’m pleased with this progress. She’s talking to them. They’re talking to her, and they’re not using the rude words they used to. This is a healthy thing for all of them.
Still, it would be nice to know what brought this sea change on. I’m a curious type…
(Note: I’ll bet you thought my post was going to be about something completely different. I’m a little mean when it comes to misleading Titles!)