Surreal Weekend

What a strange weekend this was. My ex-husband got married in town on Friday night. I had heard it was going to happen quite some time ago and laughed and smiled the rest of the day, heck, who am I kidding. I smiled and laughed the rest of the whole week!

So the time rolls around for the wedding and I'm doing just fine. My daughter and her family came in for the "festivities" and I couldn't wait to see them. Of course they got here and left right away for a family gathering. No big deal, I knew that would happen. Then Friday I started getting a bit jumpy. I couldn't figure out why when I was so happy that some other woman was going to be stuck with him. Nicki and her husband were getting ready to attend the wedding, leaving their son Sean with me. I got edgier and edgier until I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. Suddenly it came to me in a flash. I wasn't upset about the wedding, not at all. I was upset to think that my children were going to be there to witness that lying son-of-bitch make wedding vows to another woman after the many years he treated out vows like shit. How strange. I can understand that my children love their father, but by going to his wedding I still felt like they were betraying me.

OK all you armchair analyst, go ahead and say to me "get over it". Well, a person can't help their feelings can they? The minute Nicki and Rick walked out the door for the wedding, I felt 100% better. I was glad they were gone, I was glad I didn't have to see them walking around the house getting all dolled up to head out for the big occasion. How strange.

This morning we went out for breakfast and I was feeling so much different than the night before. We enjoyed our time together and then parted ways, me heading out for a ride and them to go to the mall. As it turned out, they were home before I got there. We once again said our goodbyes and they were out the door again to get ice cream then head to the reception. How strange.

I spent the afternoon having lunch with my former daughter-in-law, then going for a nice long ride heading to the windmills to get some pics of my bike then an enjoyable ride home. What a day, what a weird weekend, what an amazing life. How strange.