I Had a Strange Phone Call
...and the only reason I label it as strange is because you never ask to talk on the phone. Ever.
But the strangest part, I'd say, is the fact that I actually dreamed about you and your baby daddy just this morning. You both were with me in my mom's backyard. I no longer remember why. I just know I was a tad spooked when I received a text from you this morning saying "Hey are you awake? Are you free to talk?".
Calling you I heard something I never thought I'd hear from you, the sound of you crying as you told me you ran away from home for the day. For the next two hours we discussed the events leading to this morning's meltdown, including getting physical with your not even four year old son, shattering a mirror and feeling trapped within four walls because this quarantine won't allow you to escape to the places that allow you to emotionally recharge.
And while I didn't mind talking, especially as I'm working from home like a good 65% of the country, I couldn't help but wonder why you once again feel that I'm the one you can go to to complain about your baby daddy. One minute things are so happy between you both and in an instance you tell me he's as dense as can be and he's emotionally unavailable to help you with the kids in any way. Why me? Why do you feel the need to go to your EX BOYFRIEND to talk about your baby daddy issues? And why was I the first person you reached out to?
Am I your default psychologist now? Do you have no consideration for how I might feel about the fact that I am in fact your ex, and one that never had a true chance with you? Don't tell me that you won't talk to anyone on the phone unless it's your mom or your two best friends after everything I did for you last year and expect me to just be there for your calls because a pandemic caused you to melt down. I currently have my own problems to deal it, which you very well know about.
But the strangest part, I'd say, is the fact that I actually dreamed about you and your baby daddy just this morning. You both were with me in my mom's backyard. I no longer remember why. I just know I was a tad spooked when I received a text from you this morning saying "Hey are you awake? Are you free to talk?".
Calling you I heard something I never thought I'd hear from you, the sound of you crying as you told me you ran away from home for the day. For the next two hours we discussed the events leading to this morning's meltdown, including getting physical with your not even four year old son, shattering a mirror and feeling trapped within four walls because this quarantine won't allow you to escape to the places that allow you to emotionally recharge.
And while I didn't mind talking, especially as I'm working from home like a good 65% of the country, I couldn't help but wonder why you once again feel that I'm the one you can go to to complain about your baby daddy. One minute things are so happy between you both and in an instance you tell me he's as dense as can be and he's emotionally unavailable to help you with the kids in any way. Why me? Why do you feel the need to go to your EX BOYFRIEND to talk about your baby daddy issues? And why was I the first person you reached out to?
Am I your default psychologist now? Do you have no consideration for how I might feel about the fact that I am in fact your ex, and one that never had a true chance with you? Don't tell me that you won't talk to anyone on the phone unless it's your mom or your two best friends after everything I did for you last year and expect me to just be there for your calls because a pandemic caused you to melt down. I currently have my own problems to deal it, which you very well know about.
