Meeting the Ex
I can’t say that I’d never met my husband’s ex wife before yesterday (when I re-met her) because we went to high school together. She was a class younger than me. We were never friends. Thankfully, cause that would be awkward on so many levels. But we did run in the same circles, which is to say some of her friends were my acquaintances.
So when my hubby asked me if I wanted to make the long trip with him to drop of the kids yesterday I was a little hesitant because I knew it would be this sort of awkward thing. We pulled up and the four kids hoped out of our car. A couple of them not even bothering to hug their dad good-bye and climbed into their mother’s car. The oldest is the only one who came around the car to hug me before he left. (I really love that kid.)
But after they got into their car, she came up to my husband and mumbled something and then she put on a happy face and peeked her head into our car. “Hi, how are you?” She said it in such a sugary sweet, head cheerleader kind of voice I nearly lost my lunch. I’ve heard her normal voice many times, in voicemails and such, and it sounds no where near that nice.
I was startled and weirded out, so I mumbled ‘good’ and smiled. She stood there like she was expecting me to strike up a conversation with her. Uh, no thank you.
To say the least it was a bit weird, but we’ve made it through worse, hehe.
November 8th, 2007 at 7:16 pm
I thank the Lord every day that my hubby had no kids with his first wife so that I don’t have to be “the other woman”.