“Why are you writing that? I wasn’t using humor or sarcasm.”
I don’t know, Gary.
Sometimes my sarcasm
leaks out
accidentally
oops.
Would you understand if I explained it to you,
slowly?
Your week
Remember you confirmed your
“start time is 10:20” on Monday?
I guess to make sure you
clocked in
for your shift
of parenting
Maybe I should get you a time card
But then something came up. I’m shocked!
You need me to take the kids tomorrow 9 am to 10 pm
A long day for you, I texted.
I’m an empath.
I made my schedule work –
Happy to get to see my kids
why don’t they just sleep here that night? I asked (Or every night, I said. To myself.)
And now I’m randomly finding out you are actually dropping them off at 7:30 am
Okay. But weird.
I’m putting this together – I’m back to being sherlock. I get it now – you need a longer day with your girlfriend. You can even sleep over now.
Wow, I text.
They’ll be zombies
waking up so early tomorrow morning
“I do have to hit the road as early as possible” you say. No hint of irony in your words.
I text without really thinking
LOL. Okee dokee, Gary
“Why are you writing that? I wasn’t using humor or sarcasm.”
Use your imagination.
I’ll clock you out.
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I didn’t mean to hit like, unlike, etc but I linked it to the wrong email. I hope you know it’s me.
I have to say I am glad I didn’t have to deal with this kind of crap as my kids were all older when I got divorced. Of course, I now deal with other kinds of crap…
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