I love this job. I just told a client how to go about buying a house. He's got a masters in biz and he's married to a doctor. I've known the man since he was a teenager. I'm a one-stop shop, lol.
My husband calls his mother, "the bat" sometimes, as in "the old bat".
He calls her assisted living, "Bat Central" or sometimes, "Battery Park".
He does this, because he's like this, but also because she is bitching at him for not running out on the football field, when his name was called, when he was in high school.
He would not run out, because his name was mispronounced. They called it "wrong", over and over, until his mother went on to the field and told them how to say it. She's still pissed about this. He figured he was the captain of the team. They ought to say his name, correctly.
Edit to add, he also calls her, "Batoosi".
I was out in my garden, my neighbor has a long, straight drive. Car pulled in and drove to the house, very slowly. I know they're going to say, goodbye. 😪
This is a town in Fairfield County, CT in the southwest part of the state. Devastating. I learned of this, as well as a bridge out and people standed at an inn via social media, not the news. (That’s a we problem as we don’t watch much news on the weekends and sometimes not every day)
https://twitter.com/jaynechackotv/status/1825577920087122068?s=46
Hell yes! This is great feedback:
"Oh my, your insights are very interesting and something deep to ponder about."
Not to give anyone whiplash, but now that I'm sober and calmer, things are back on with the rocket scientist. We had a confessional moment last night. And an out of control make out sesh. Full moon madness.
I don't think he's in as deep as I am but I also don't think he's entirely playing games. He says nothing happened with that other girl. I think he wanted her and is embarrassed now, or he can tell she makes me insecure and he's tiptoeing. I also see now that all the times I got toyed with and cheated on have turned me into a jealous homunculus who couldn't read anything innocent into their interactions.
I'm cautiously optimistic. I need to hold out and let this simmer slowly. I can't compromise myself and get used again. He's been kind and extraordinarily patient to me in some tough moments, at his own expense, to an extent that doesn't fit a playboy's MO, though I know he's been that way in the past. He's honest about his flaws and being unready to commit to anything, and aware of the possible complications of our situation, which makes me feel safer.