Husbandry

I love my husband.

This particular blog entry will be a total gush about the most important man in my life.

Before I met him I was a bit of a flirt. A tease. I didn't think anything of it because it didn't mean anything to me. What I didn't realize is what it meant to these men I was teasing and flirting with. They took me seriously. Any time I wore a tight little shirt, they thought it was just for them. Any time my jeans were too tight or I showed off a little stomach, they thought it was for them. The smiles, gestures, winks, teasing...all for them.

To me, it didn't matter a hill of beans. I could care less that I left these guys thinking that I would do what they wanted, and it puzzled me if they got mad when the teasing didn't lead anywhere substantive.

Any boyfriend I had at the time was out of luck if he wanted me to stop flirting. It was part of my personality, part of my "thing", what I did for fun. Jealousy? Pish posh! The guy just had to get over it because I wasn't changing for anyone!!!!!

And then along came P, my darling, the man who saved me from whatever wolves were waiting for me at the end of the road I was traveling. He used a firm but gentle hand to show me that I was "doing it wrong". He used sweetness and kindness and logic to show me that the path I had been on was not a good one. He made me see that the man in my life is the only man I should flirt with. And he did it all without an ounce of jealousy toward any of my male friends! He is truely one in a million! Most men would have responded with bitterness and driven me away. He responded with kindness and love and drew me closer to him. He was not afraid to make sure I knew he did not approve, and he made me WANT to make him happy.

This is one of the many ways I knew it was love.

He loves me without question, without preconceived ideas of who I should be. He makes me want to be a better person.

Hurricanes and such

Well, Catfish had to call AMS and ask to take another weekend away from the kids. There is a hurricane blowing in, and trying to drive against the traffic wouldn't be smart. Or healthy.

I just wish that we had thought to tell her that here was a safer place for the kids and have her meet us halfway, but she is such a you-know-what that she would probably put the kids in harm's way just to keep them away. She's done it before.

So there's another weekend down the drain. The bad part is, I'm not sure if we even have the money to go get them at all this month. More later on that.

Custody Sucks

Well, I'm dealing with an ongoing problem. AMS won't budge an inch when we want to get some extra time with the kids, but Catfish gives in to her every time she wants to take a weekend. For example, this last weekend was a three day weekend that fell on our time. We pretty much have standing plans to get the kids and bring them back here on every three day weekend so that we can have time with them at home instead of at Emaw's house. The last three day weekend that fell to us she took off with the kids without calling or checking in. We filed charges. I don't think she knows that yet. On this particular weekend she said that her Granny is on death's door and the kids need to see her before she passes on. I would believe her except that the last time that Granny was on death's door she didn't bother going to see her. Of course, that was on her weekend.

So this last weekend she calls begging for time to go see Granny since she won't be alive much longer.

Catfish gave in and gave her last weekend and the upcoming weekend as long as she would trade for second and fourth this month.

We'll see if that actually happens.

I'm getting so tired of having to play this game of forcing Catfish to see his kids. I'm to the point of just telling him to sign over custody so we don't have to pay for kids we never see. I know he loves them dearly, but it seems like he's too lazy to have a meaningful relationship with them.

I just need to make sure that Princess and I are taken care of.