The Drama Continues….

Sunday afternoon, 3 way conversation, Him, Me and Child 1 who now lives with Boyf:-

Him: Are you coming for Supper tomorrow with Boyf?

Child 1: Yeah that would good, what we having?

Him: Homemade Chicken pie

Child 1: Great.  Oh guess what, Last night boyf got really drunk and fell asleep on new DFS corner unit with can of beer in his hand and it spilt all over one seat

Me: Oh great, I hope you went mad at him

Child 1: Of course I did

Him: Thats what happens when you …(at this point he started to make jestures of smoking)

Me: What you talking about, he doesn’t smoke!

Him: Course he does, weed, I can see it in his eyes

Me: Don’t be stupid

Him to child 1: Doesn’t he?

Child 1: Yeah

Me: What! he smokes dope!

Him: You are so naive! it is obvious!

Me: Holy mother of god, my daughter lives with a junkie!

Child 1: Thats a bit over the top

Me: You don’t do it do you?

Child 1: No I don’t, I hate it, it stinks

Oh dear.

Monday afternoon, phonecall from Child1:-

Hi Mum, its me, Boyf won’t be coming for dinner

Why not

He has bought a drill home from work and wants to put some pictures up and then he has football

Oh right

Actually I think its because of what “He” said in front of you

You didn’t tell him did you?

Yes

Why did you do that?

Well he needs to know that people notice

Oh god, I don’t want him to feel awkward

Oh well – its all “His” fault

No its not, you shouldn’t have repeated the conversation

Oh dear.

So she came for supper, alone. 

Child 1: Oh mum just to let you know, I won’t be seeing you on Mothers Day as me and the boyf are going up North for the weekend to visit his relatives.

Sounds about right!