Mood: Aggravated. I hate when stuff disappears
Listening to: Some Beautiful Silence
Daddy G came home the other day with a more serious than
usual expression on his face. I was sweaty (from the weather), exasperated
(from the children) and hormonal (from, well, hormones. Girls have PMS
hormones, let’s let it go already). This is never a good entry for a scene, but
it does set the state for what comes next.
Daddy G: I have some news that you really won’t like, but I
have to tell you.
I froze and got that deer in the headlights look that says I’m
about to hear about an affair, a lost job, a death or something similarly
serious. Daddy G of course took his sweet time continuing. This drives me nuts,
but he does it all the time. Daddy G hates breaking bad news to me because I
inevitably overreact and he hates confrontation.
Daddy G: I have to go to the US in June.
Me: No.
Daddy G: And September.
Me: Are you fucking kidding me? No.
Daddy G: Yes. My boss says blah blah blah I am needed in the US. (I honestly can’t
remember what he said, I was trying to remove half of the red from my vision and
stop my blood pressure from rising any further)
Me: Was something about “no” unclear?
I knew I was being bitchy, but I really didn’t care at that
time.
Daddy G: Don’t be like this Becky.
Me: And why the hell not? You told me twice a year. Already
once this year you’ve been gone for almost 2 months.
Daddy G: It won’t be that long this time. You know that was
for citizenship purposes.
Me: I think you’re missing the point here. We both know I am able to do it, but I don’t WANT to
be left here to deal with life, the kids school, and the kids craziness all by
myself.
Daddy G: I know.
Me: Not only that, both the times you are going are times
when the kids and I can’t come with
you. They have school. I was looking
forward to going to the US on your company’s generousness.
Part of the draw of Daddy G’s company is that they will fly
us to the US with him when he goes, but we have to arrange the trip when our
kids have school vacation. School starts in June and there are no holidays in
September.
Daddy G: I know. Look Becky, I just brought you all to Sri
Lanka for a family trip that we all enjoyed.
Me: I will not be bribed. Or shamed into being quiet.
Daddy G: I know.
Me: You better stop sayin I know, mister.
Daddy G: Sigh. I’m sorry it’s worked out like this, can you
please stop pouting and talk to me about this like
a grown up?
Me: Danger Daddy G, Danger.
It is not my fault that you spring this shit on me when I have PMS and am
least able to deal with it like a mature adult. You should count yourself lucky
that the shoes are two rooms away. I really, really feel like being super
immature and chucking some shoes. At you.
At this point Daddy G started laughing and hugged me. As usual,
my tantrum about anything related to his work is acknowledged, but really doesn’t
ever change a damn thing.
Me: You do know that if you leave again without buying a car
I will get extremely stabby and probably not be here when you get back.
More laughter. Sigh. At least I can have the bed and the fan
to myself.
Becky
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2 comments:
Have you been there long? Do you have friends there? Idk I would be scared to be in a strange country by myself, thats just me though.
We moved to India last September and have been in Bangalore since January. I really do love it here. It's been the most amazing adventure ever. I'm a little slow on the friend making front, but that's just me. My sister in law lives in town, so we do have people. It was really scary before we left, but we've settled into a routine and I'm really enjoying it.
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