Watching your parents date is just weird.
My parents have been divorced for almost thirteen years, and my mom’s dated on and off throughout that time. The two most memorable men have been that one guy my sisters and I tied to our clothesline, and Jack, who my mom saw for about ten years. He’d live with us for a few years, and then they’d break up for a few months. He’d move back in with us, and they’d eventually break up again. It was a cute little cycle that repeated more than a few times.
So now mom’s dating this new guy. It’s odd to see her so enamored with someone again. Everything is Joey-this or Joey-that. It’s cute to see my mom so happy – she’s like a high school girl with a crush – but it’s also a little annoying. Especially since I don’t really like Joey.
While there are lots of little things about him that rub me the wrong way – for instance, he calls me “honey” like he actually knows me, has obnoxiously white teeth, and seems to be one of those guys who knows everything about everything – Joey’s got two main strikes against him. One being that he is not my father, and two being that he is dating my mother and, based solely on the fact that she is my mother, Joey cannot possibly be good enough for her.
Poor Joey.
I wouldn’t like the “honey” thing either- sounds too familiar- other than that, it’s got to be an emotional roller coaster for all of you….I did get a kick out of the pictures you posted of you guys getting a Christmas tree this year.