We've got the boys this weekend.  Ex is busy with work, which is fine by me - good excuse to see Finding Nemo 3d, though the boyz feel obliged to protest they're too old for that despite being easily convinced to don those glasses in exchange for a theater hot dog (so cute).  Only downside: 10 bucks says Ex finds it in his o so busy schedule to send me some kind of email diatribe, in anticipation of which we will eyespy my phone with a suffering sigh every time it buzzes, and in the time it takes for me to make 2 pounds of bacon to satisfy TJ's endless stomach there'll be some itemized list from him of "concerns" or even better some further commentary on my curves (omg, M at work nearly swallowed her tongue in horror when I told her that story, lol, the look on her face stoked my outrage I admit - like wow yeah I should be super offended, eh? hahahahh) or best yet a 'funky math how on the planet mars I would owe less childsupport' bullshit (o hell no - call my tits udders all you want, but don't bounce my damn check), and I'll think dude if you don't actually have to work can't you at least go get laid or some shit, ugh....Aa and I fight about this, he rightly pointing out that legally speaking Ex does not have the right to send me emails about my ass and I do not legally have an obligation to answer them, etc etc.  We don't get far with these fights, because even after all this time I can't discuss Ex for very long before I start to get a panic attack out of habit.  The last time we tried discussing it, Aa wanting to email Ex some defense of my honor and me thinking yeah that kinda relationship drama is so last lifetime, you ain't doing any such thing (this is middle age not the relationship wild west, ya know what I'm sayin?) we went round and round about it for maybe 20 minutes, and then a man started dancing like a lunatic in my chest.  Because Aa is an open heart nurse, I now have better and even visual knowledge of my heartbeats.  The "Ex specific rhythm" starts at 2:51, and is not at all pleasant:
I pressed Aa's hand against my chest.  And we went to sleep that way. 


WEEKEND LOVE FORECAST: VIRGO: Love is mostly guesswork. You guess right, or you guess wrong. Support yourself, and be on your own side either way.