My grandfather’s funeral was Saturday afternoon. Lots of people I didn’t know, and the most un-personal funeral I’ve ever been to. Very Catholic. Very Proper.
The body wasn’t even in the ground two hours when the bickering started over how the estate is being handled.
I even got roped into some discussion with my mother, over her divorce agreement with my father regarding his inheritance. Aaargh. I don’t need to be involved with it, or pick sides. I agreed to help them find a Mediator that could help facilitate another agreement between them.
WWW and I continue to smash into each other…. A glorious train wreck if there ever was one.
It’s the same old story… and it seems every time we are together she offers up a little bit more information that is hard to swallow all at once. I have to pull my head out of my arse and stop seeing her. It’s no good for me or her. My slightly conservative upbringing will constantly be irritating to her, and her mischievousness in all things will constantly irritate me.
She claims the desire for monogamy, but I swear she flat out asked me who else I would like to date in the community…. What? That’s B.S. in my book.
Perhaps it would be different if this whole poly thing was in the past, and not something that she would “like to explore with me”.
We haven’t even really explored each other’s “stuff” yet! And we haven’t talked about her woo-woo side yet either!
And I’m seeing her tonight for some Happy Hour drinks. I’m a putz and a sucker. I need to stand up and cut this off….I’m being a complete idiot.