Wednesday, May 22
“May your shoes be waterproof and the ball catch your vibe,” I texted Golf Guy. It was raining on his golf tournament.
JB and I met at the DMV where it took an hour to have his name taken off the Tahoe and mine taken off the Cadillac.
“Do you have fun plans for this weekend?” JB asked cheerfully.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Oh, well, you don’t, uh, have to tell me what they are or anything.” He looked at the floor then swerved toward the guy handling our paperwork.
I began chatting with the DMV guy about his family photos and Matt called. Matt said he’d purchased a vacation house in New Buffalo and was spending a lot of time there away from his wife. JB, hearing Matt even though the phone was pressed to my ear, stood next to me trying to look nonchalant. When I got home, there was an email from JB.
“Well, slowly but surely we're taking care of all the post-divorce details. As far as the 401K goes, the ball is in your court in terms of getting the court order. I'll handle it as quickly as I can once you get that done.
“I miss Blake terribly and think about him every day. I want him to know this. I don't want to give the impression that I am blithely accepting his decision not to speak to me. I'm respecting his decision, with the hope that time and some effort on my part will allow us to reconcile at some point.
“I have gone to a couple of ACOA meetings, but travel and Tom's extended stay with me caused a temporary interruption. I will start going again this Saturday with the meeting in Deerfield. I think over time they will help.
“I recognize things are just barely civil between us. I've accepted that things may never improve, though I hope they do. Please do know I care very much about you and the kids and I am trying to live up to my responsibilities as best I can.
“I also ask that we keep an open communication about Tom, how he is doing, what he is feeling, etc. I've made some mistakes, but I hope you at least realize I am trying to be a better father to him.”
“We got rained out after eleven holes,” Golf Guy texted. “Bummer. How are you?”
“Are you finishing tomorrow? Were you playing well? Had to meet the ex at the DMV to change car titles.”
“No extension. We had a weather delay and then had to get back to Deerfield so we had to leave. Bummer that you had to see dumbass.”
“At least his name is off my car.”
“Step in the right direction.”