Shortly after K and I had kids I made a comment when she was going somewhere that I would be happy to babysit the kids. She did not think that was funny at all. She then reminded me that was I was doing was not babysitting, but something called PARENTING!!
I never made that mistake again.
Tonight I am home alone with the kids. Fourth night in a row. I love being with my kids, but right about now I feel like I am being held prisoner in my house. I can't go anywhere really, and once the kids go to bed I can't even go for a walk. I would not want anyone of them to come downstairs and not know where I am.
I am trying to be understanding, I know that she promised to look after AJ's daughter, but really. I did not promise to look after AJ's daughter and my kids did not agree to give up there mother every night this week. Grrrrr.
There is a part of me that thinks I should be pissed about this. I mean, I am not her servant and she has responsibilities here. On the other hand, there is another that thinks that I should continue to be understanding of her. I am the one that came out of the closet and spoiled her "perfect" life (on the surface anyway). Also there is the fact that she is extremely understanding and accepting of me and the gay thing. Many wives simply kick out gay husbands and cut them off from the family.
My sister thinks K is using my guilt to get me to do what she wants.
I don't think so. My sister's theory requires a belief that K is somehow being devious and manipulating. I don't think that is the case. I think it is more benign than that, but equally disturbing.
I think she takes me for granted.
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