OokieWonderslug
08-24-2005, 05:59 PM
I just spent the weekend with my ex inlaws. I hadn't seen them in 15 years. My kids started asking about their mother and her family a couple years ago, so I told them what I knew and about what we did way back then. Then they wanted to see their mother and her family. So a couple months ago I took them to see their aunts and grandparents for the first time since they were 3 and 18 months. Since their mother is an alcoholic that lives way out in the boonies (doesn't even have a phone) I thought there would be no way she would show up. Well she did. So they all made a date to come down here where my kids and I live and treat us to a day at a theme park. And of course their mother had to tag along.
Their mother (my ex wife) did a real number on me. I haven't been able to have a relationship with a woman since I left her 15 years ago. Can't seem to trust them or even care about them. Sure, I am physically attracted to them and want a relationship, but actually going through with it is just too much to handle. I am basically scared to death I will screw up again and get such a horrible person who will take their time to purposely drive me crazy.
So then the "big day" came and everyone showed up. Her sisters don't seem to resent me as much as I feel they should, which was nice. I thought "Hey, it's been 15 years. I haven't thought about the ex for a long time. I am over that. I can be an adult and not freak out about her being around. I won't even argue or fight with her, no matter what she does." I did not fight with her. I couldn't bring myself to even talk to her for the entire day really. She married a registered child rapist. He's just as much an alcoholic as she is. He's a slight little sicko who really shouldn't have survived the 6 years he spent in prison for forcible sodomy on a female child under 12. And she was loving on him like he was Tom Cruise. She was doing it to drive me nuts. I knew it and she knew it. It worked too. She did everthing she could to both attract me to her and make me insanely angry at the same time. Well, everything he would allow her to do. He didn't leave her side for one second the entire time.
Her sisters were as friendly as they could be considering. I always liked them. They are very materialistic, quite trashy, and only really know anything about cars. But they are still entertaining and usually nice to be around.
So I spent a weekend in what most resembles a waking nightmare experienced on acid. I had frequent deja vu because it seems I dreamed nearly every minute of that weekend in snippets over the last 15 years. Luckily after a couple rides (and a couple hours in line, not speaking) the ex went back to her van (yes, the child molester drives a creepy van) the ex and her chester hubby went back to sit in the unaircondidtioned van, in 96 degree heat, to drink beer and listen to the race on the radio. That left me and my kids with her family for the rest of the day. Imagine, you haven't seen your sons since they were 3 and 18 months, it's 15 years later, you have a whole day to get to know them, your ex will not interfere and would much rather be elsewhere anyway. And you go sit in a metal box, in the south, during August, to drink beer and listen to a silly NASCAR thing. What a woman.
I was trying to feel comfortable and maybe talk to her family a little and since the two pretty sisters had husbands I didn't want to freak them out by hanging with their wives. So I spent my time trying to think of what to say to her oldest sister. She's fat and ugly, is quiet and keeps her head down. But darnit if I didn't find we had a lot in common. I enjoyed spending the day with her despite the intense anxiety I was feeling.
The next day we all met up and went to a large mall. They are from up north and the heat was driving them crazy. Since the mall has A/C and you can hang out there it was where we went. Again the same thing happened with the ex. She tried a few times to make me upset, gave the kids their first ever (and probably only ever) school clothes money and then promptly went back out to the van (again 96 degrees) to drink beer and listen to another race. She could have sat on a bench with her kids and spend the whole day talking to them. I wouldn't have even walked by, and yet that beer and race is more important. Afterwards we went back to the ex's motel room and watched the end of the race with them while she got really drunk. For a brief moment, (a few seconds) before enough beer kicked in to where she wasn't herself anymore we started talking like old times. In that 20 seconds or so it was like nothing had ever happened. Then we both realized what we were doing and stopped. Then almost immediately her new chester molester hubby took her out of the room and when she got back we didn't talk again. It was a very uncomfortable situation that became even more uncomfortable.
I ended up spending even more time talking with the ugly sister while at the mall. I felt and still feel bad that my inability to handle any contact with the ex whatsoever for more than a decade kept them away from their nephews. So I tried to apologize. I couldn't get all the sisters alone enough to say it to all of them so I told her. But as I was trying to explain she already knew. She is the first person I have talked to since my marriage broke up that actually seemed to understand how I felt and why I felt that way and what I did. It was so strange.
So what is the point of all this? I am depressed for reasons I can't understand, and I miss the ugly sister. I don't get it. We didn't actually talk that much. We rode a few rides together and I tried to keep the tension low with light conversation. But today at work I kept wondering if she missed me. I feel like I want to travel the 250 miles to her town and spend time with her. It's stupid and silly and I know it. If anything she looks at me like a lost cousin I would guess. She was 11-15 when I was married to her sister. Why would I be depressed and wanting to hang out with her after so little time spent together and knowing she is almost as messed up as the ex? She's not an alcoholic, but she has had 2 children taken away by social services (one of which was interracial) and has other issues. I feel like a sappy idiot. She's not pretty, smart, outgoing, or even datable (due to family stuff). But still I keep thinking about her and even find myself posting this. It's distracting.
How long will I be this way? I know she ain't going to call me and there is no way I will going to where she lives for many, many months. I ain't going to call her because it would be too weird and the only way to get her number is to ask her sisters and then it would be all "Why do you want it?" and then the rumours would start. It just not going to happen. Yet still I find myself thinking about it.
Am I going crazy? Will I be depressed for a long time? What made me that way and why? I look on the ex and don't feel anything for her. She hugged me at the end of the first day and I was repulsed. I even had an involuntary shudder that her brother noticed right away. I guess either he told her about or her chester dude had told her not to do it again. Either way I was relieved that she didn't touch me a second time. I am sure I am not depressed over her. I think. She's a drug dealing alcoholic that spends all of her waking hours drinking and selling "hillbilly heroin". We are so opposite that my kids marvelled over how we ever got together in the first place. She has lost all her looks and could be mistaken for my mother she looks so old and haggard now. I don't find myself wondering about her. I find myself wondering about her sister. And I shouldn't. But I do and don't want to. What is my problem?
Their mother (my ex wife) did a real number on me. I haven't been able to have a relationship with a woman since I left her 15 years ago. Can't seem to trust them or even care about them. Sure, I am physically attracted to them and want a relationship, but actually going through with it is just too much to handle. I am basically scared to death I will screw up again and get such a horrible person who will take their time to purposely drive me crazy.
So then the "big day" came and everyone showed up. Her sisters don't seem to resent me as much as I feel they should, which was nice. I thought "Hey, it's been 15 years. I haven't thought about the ex for a long time. I am over that. I can be an adult and not freak out about her being around. I won't even argue or fight with her, no matter what she does." I did not fight with her. I couldn't bring myself to even talk to her for the entire day really. She married a registered child rapist. He's just as much an alcoholic as she is. He's a slight little sicko who really shouldn't have survived the 6 years he spent in prison for forcible sodomy on a female child under 12. And she was loving on him like he was Tom Cruise. She was doing it to drive me nuts. I knew it and she knew it. It worked too. She did everthing she could to both attract me to her and make me insanely angry at the same time. Well, everything he would allow her to do. He didn't leave her side for one second the entire time.
Her sisters were as friendly as they could be considering. I always liked them. They are very materialistic, quite trashy, and only really know anything about cars. But they are still entertaining and usually nice to be around.
So I spent a weekend in what most resembles a waking nightmare experienced on acid. I had frequent deja vu because it seems I dreamed nearly every minute of that weekend in snippets over the last 15 years. Luckily after a couple rides (and a couple hours in line, not speaking) the ex went back to her van (yes, the child molester drives a creepy van) the ex and her chester hubby went back to sit in the unaircondidtioned van, in 96 degree heat, to drink beer and listen to the race on the radio. That left me and my kids with her family for the rest of the day. Imagine, you haven't seen your sons since they were 3 and 18 months, it's 15 years later, you have a whole day to get to know them, your ex will not interfere and would much rather be elsewhere anyway. And you go sit in a metal box, in the south, during August, to drink beer and listen to a silly NASCAR thing. What a woman.
I was trying to feel comfortable and maybe talk to her family a little and since the two pretty sisters had husbands I didn't want to freak them out by hanging with their wives. So I spent my time trying to think of what to say to her oldest sister. She's fat and ugly, is quiet and keeps her head down. But darnit if I didn't find we had a lot in common. I enjoyed spending the day with her despite the intense anxiety I was feeling.
The next day we all met up and went to a large mall. They are from up north and the heat was driving them crazy. Since the mall has A/C and you can hang out there it was where we went. Again the same thing happened with the ex. She tried a few times to make me upset, gave the kids their first ever (and probably only ever) school clothes money and then promptly went back out to the van (again 96 degrees) to drink beer and listen to another race. She could have sat on a bench with her kids and spend the whole day talking to them. I wouldn't have even walked by, and yet that beer and race is more important. Afterwards we went back to the ex's motel room and watched the end of the race with them while she got really drunk. For a brief moment, (a few seconds) before enough beer kicked in to where she wasn't herself anymore we started talking like old times. In that 20 seconds or so it was like nothing had ever happened. Then we both realized what we were doing and stopped. Then almost immediately her new chester molester hubby took her out of the room and when she got back we didn't talk again. It was a very uncomfortable situation that became even more uncomfortable.
I ended up spending even more time talking with the ugly sister while at the mall. I felt and still feel bad that my inability to handle any contact with the ex whatsoever for more than a decade kept them away from their nephews. So I tried to apologize. I couldn't get all the sisters alone enough to say it to all of them so I told her. But as I was trying to explain she already knew. She is the first person I have talked to since my marriage broke up that actually seemed to understand how I felt and why I felt that way and what I did. It was so strange.
So what is the point of all this? I am depressed for reasons I can't understand, and I miss the ugly sister. I don't get it. We didn't actually talk that much. We rode a few rides together and I tried to keep the tension low with light conversation. But today at work I kept wondering if she missed me. I feel like I want to travel the 250 miles to her town and spend time with her. It's stupid and silly and I know it. If anything she looks at me like a lost cousin I would guess. She was 11-15 when I was married to her sister. Why would I be depressed and wanting to hang out with her after so little time spent together and knowing she is almost as messed up as the ex? She's not an alcoholic, but she has had 2 children taken away by social services (one of which was interracial) and has other issues. I feel like a sappy idiot. She's not pretty, smart, outgoing, or even datable (due to family stuff). But still I keep thinking about her and even find myself posting this. It's distracting.
How long will I be this way? I know she ain't going to call me and there is no way I will going to where she lives for many, many months. I ain't going to call her because it would be too weird and the only way to get her number is to ask her sisters and then it would be all "Why do you want it?" and then the rumours would start. It just not going to happen. Yet still I find myself thinking about it.
Am I going crazy? Will I be depressed for a long time? What made me that way and why? I look on the ex and don't feel anything for her. She hugged me at the end of the first day and I was repulsed. I even had an involuntary shudder that her brother noticed right away. I guess either he told her about or her chester dude had told her not to do it again. Either way I was relieved that she didn't touch me a second time. I am sure I am not depressed over her. I think. She's a drug dealing alcoholic that spends all of her waking hours drinking and selling "hillbilly heroin". We are so opposite that my kids marvelled over how we ever got together in the first place. She has lost all her looks and could be mistaken for my mother she looks so old and haggard now. I don't find myself wondering about her. I find myself wondering about her sister. And I shouldn't. But I do and don't want to. What is my problem?

