Strange Conversation

He said: Tonya is coming at 10 am.
I said: I won't be here. I've got my writing group.

He said: Call her back and reschedule it.
I said: Why? I don't think I need to be here. We discussed this when she was here last week. We all agreed I didn't need to be here.

He said: Well, I thought you wanted to be involved.
I said (rather incredulously): That was below the belt.

He said: I don't know what you're talking about.

Silence:

He said: Call her back and schedule for 9:30.
I said: I will, but why does it have to be a problem.

He said: You were pretty short with me.
I said: You were pretty short with me. Why would you say I don't want to be involved?
I'll call. I'll reschedule. If Tonya can't change the time, I won't go to the meeting.

He said: Well that sounds okay then.

Is it just me, or did I just get hoodwinked? The man fights dirty. Uses words to wound then acts all hurt if they boomerang. Why do I always forget? Why is it such a big deal? Guess I'll find out when I'm the one who's dying.

Thanks for listening,
Merry ME

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mom -- you were hoodwinked. Just because he baits you doesn't mean you need to get hooked. I feel strongly that you should not reschedule your writing group. If Tonya can't reschedule, let Grampy know you won't be there and leave it at that.

~w
April 6, 2009 at 5:33 PM
Sorrow said…
He is here with me for passover.
he takes little bites out of me all day.
I am exhausted at the end of the day.
But I don't bite back,
unless
he takes a swipe at one of the kids.
mama bear can be feisty then.
They know what buttons to push..
and he keeps pushing them waiting for the response he wants.
April 6, 2009 at 8:18 PM
terri st. cloud said…
what did you decide to do in the end?

and how do you feel about what you decided?

follow up blog, please?
April 7, 2009 at 2:45 PM
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