What Did You Just Ask Me?

 

Haven’t blogged for a while…the days have been quite ordinary lately. Then one day you get up and everything’s like the day before and the day before that and the day before the day before that…until…

In all fairness, my stepson did mention earlier today that he wanted to talk to his father and I after dad got home from work, so I knew something was coming. I really hate it when people say “I want to talk to you later” and then leave you hanging. Opens the door to all kinds of worries and imaginary crises…unless, of course, you’re one of those eternally optimistic people who probably imagine winning the lottery, an end to war, a cure for cancer, or even a truly bi-partisan government who can put aside petty differences in order to make wise, fiscally sound decisions that will make all of America happy and blissful once again. But, I digress…

Even with the warning of some impending information that may or may not be good, I was completely shocked. Totally and completely shocked. Still am, really.

So what was this thing he needed to discuss with us? Apparently his mother wanted to come and visit him and his brothers and needed a place to stay…so could she stay in our spare bedroom for just one night?

Really. He actually asked us that. I’m not making this up just to create a sensational blog entry. He actually asked if my husband’s ex could spend the night in our home. As if.

My husband was quite to the point: “No.” and he walked back down into the basement, where he and the landlord were working on fixing the contraption in the basement ironically called a “furnace.”

Thanks.  That left me there…stuck as I was because I was cleaning out our refrigerator, which had taken on a rather disgusting funk that could not be precisely pinned down without removing all of the contents and giving each one the Sniff Test. Loads of fun, really.

Number One really couldn’t see what the big deal was. I tried to explain that it was completely inappropriate for an ex-spouse to spend the night in the home of her former and very happily remarried spouse.  Especially when the three of us really don’t like each other all that much.  Even if we all had a “normal” (or maybe getting along and being friends isn’t normal, I don’t know…I do know the the dynamics here are strained and strange) kind of divorce relationship, it would still be completely inappropriate.

I suppose I should mention here that Number One is 20 years old. Legally an adult, yet still quite naïve to the complex issues that plague adults…especially when it comes to divorce etiquette.

Then, to make the Shock and Awe campaign complete, he asks if she could stay in the old building on our town lot referred to as a “barn.” It really is a barn, as our century-plus home once sat out in the country.  It probably had animals in it at one time…now it’s more of a storage area for I’m not even sure what…it doesn’t belong to us, I don’t ask questions. Or go in there much.

I said, “Are you kidding?”

 

 

 

Apparently not…he had actually thought this out. The plan included something about him pulling his car in there and she could sleep in his car.  In case you are reading this from a nice, warm climate…let me assure you it’s quite chilly here in Northern Indiana…in January. I think this would be referred to as “grasping at straws.” Although no straws were being extended, believe you me.

 

 

I was then informed that we “suck” as he stormed out of the house. Guess we’re doing something right if he still disagrees with our decisions…(thanks, Sissy! <3 ya!)

It was truly heartbreaking, once you got past the audaciousness of the whole thing, to witness this young man’s desperation to make this trip, which seems to hinge on whether or not his mom can find somewhere to stay, possible. It’s been a while since he’s seen her. I get that, I really do.  I’m sure right now he, and everyone he tells this story to, thinks we are cold, callous and heartless.  Some day, and I don’t hope this for him at all, if he is divorced and remarried, he’ll understand where we are coming from. Or at least will have the opportunity to understand.

And honestly, it’s very unfortunate that his mother is in this position…however, it is not our responsibility to provide lodging for her. She’s an adult, and while asking someone if she can stay with them while she is in town is not unreasonable, asking her remarried ex if she can stay at his place is completely and utterly outrageous.  I certainly hope this was Number One’s harebrained idea and not hers. I’m just not sure what I’d have to say about it if she was the one who talked him into asking us that. 

 

But…I guess I have to give him credit for having the guts to ask it. And for not telling me I’m going to be a grandma. Big kudos for that. Big BIG kudos for that…

I do hope she can find suitable accommodations and that her and the boys can have a wonderful, healing and blessed visit together.  They all really need that. But it won’t be happening here. And don’t try to make me feel guilty by saying we should extend Christian charity to those in need…Jesus said pray for people and do good, turn the other cheek, etc. but he did not say anything about being a doormat. He wasn’t a doormat when he tossed the money changers out of the temple. Jesus is kind and gentle and loving, but he does not “enable” people! 

So, it will be very interesting to see how this all unfolds. I really do hope the visit will work out for them. And I hope for the sake of sanity, peace, and all that is holy and good she plans on not stopping by any time soon. That’s just where I am at the moment. God is working on that…I suppose all of this is part of His plan to work that “stuff” out of my heart. But really, God…seriously? Surely You jest…I know all about Your sense of humor…