The kids have been asking me some really tough questions lately about God, death, wars, and stuff like that. So I should have been prepared for today’s hardball. It’s actually a question that they have asked me before, and I have only given a perfunctory answer. Layla asked me if I liked my ex husband’s girlfriend.
I took a breath, as I often do these days when I need a chance to access my higher self as it were, and responded truthfully. I don’t really know her very well, but she seems nice because she loves them so much. Layla said, Oh you would love her. Jonah followed up with more questions. I told him that it was a little uncomfortable for me to be friends with a woman who is with the man that I was with for thirteen years. Even though I don’t want to be married to their dad anymore, my heart still hurts a little thinking about him with someone else. I asked him if he understood and he said that he did.
A few minutes later, while eating frozen yogurt at GoBerry, Layla asked a follow-up question, presumably because she was thinking about the people that my ex and I have dated. She asked me if I still liked Marc (my ex bf, aka wound splitter, aka grey sweat suit guy). I said no, and Jonah, my peacemaker, said, but you are still friends, right? I told him that I didn’t really consider him to be a friend because he wasn’t honest with me. Although I have forgiven him (I certainly don’t want to teach them to hold grudges), I have decided that he is not the kind of person that I want to be friends with. Again I asked if he understood and he said he did.
Later on at dinner Layla asked me if I loved to fart. Jonah followed up with, Do we fart louder as we get older? I was definitely grateful for the softballs this time.