Things are pretty stressful on the homefront. Lately, Rob and I have been fighting like cats and dogs, more than what he did when he was cheating. It's horrible. I feel like I've been put in the role of being more Ethan's mother and Rob's jailer than his best friend. Which is fine on the first one, I am Ethan's mom, but it feels like I'm having to hold that fact over Rob's head sometimes. I've given him a considerable sum of money to keep him out of trouble, but when we disagree (i.e., I say something he doesn't want to hear about J or about Ethan or about what has happened in the past 30 days or so. . . I know, I'm being cryptic. Sorry.) I go from "the only friend he has left" to super-mega bitch who is trying her damnest to keep him and J separated because I want him back, which really pisses me off because I've done nothing since the day I found out they were engaged. We've had some pretty serious arguments because I'm worried about what will happen to our son and his daughter if he screws up again. Yeah, things are to that point. It would be out of mine and J's hands, but we'd be the ones dealing with it. I still love him, I admit that. I admited it to him AND to J. But I don't want him back because there's no way in hell he could love me and treat me this way.
Court went just fine. We were out really quick, didn't even have to see the judge. And I got my money back. Not in actually cash, but the DA knocked it off my back pay, which was fine with me.
The kids are great. Ethan sat on his own without using his hands for balance for the first time Thursday in therapy. It was adorable. He actually waved to Rob and I. He's saying "da-da", "baby", "hey", and "cat", but no "ma-ma" yet. His birthday will be here before I know it (Nov. 15th). He's gonna be spiderman for Halloween. Emily is going to be a gothic fairy (my mother will be thrilled. . .) and Noah can not make up his mind, so his costume hasn't been bought yet. And Tori is coming down Monday for another one day visit. I am so excited.
