SO.
(in my circle of friends and my little world, every important, intense or interesting story begins with a "SO")
SO. I have been struggling lately to get along with and be happy with my ex-husband. As far as the typical divorced couple goes, this is probably not unusual. But for Blake and I, it is. We divorced knowing that we would do everything we could possibly do to stay on good terms, have a pleasant relationship and still be OK when we were in each others presence. We decided this not only with our three children in mind, but also with each other in mind. We never wanted to get to that horrible EX state that so many people get into.
Well, I have no intentions of going into tons of detail regarding the reasons for my current struggles, they are slightly childish, quite bitter and definitely not fixable at this moment.
HOWEVER - for you to find the remainder of my story as utterly amusing as I did, you had to know a little bit of background information.
Stay with me here - it is worth it. LOL
This weekend was particularly difficult for me regarding the whole situation. I have been angry and hurt and just plain upset, on and off all weekend long. The boys were with Blake all weekend so I didnt have to hide my feelings but I was SURE to make Blake aware of them.
Now, I have 4 email addresses, I dont know if that is wierd compared to the rest of the world or not. There are reasons for each. I also am able to get emails on my phone from one of my accounts. Near the end of my "pity party" Sunday night, I was on the phone with someone for quite a while and during that time Blake called me THREE freaking times, but I was enjoying my conversation so I didnt answer any of them.
NOW HERE IS THE POINT OF THE WHOLE STORY
(some people say I talk to much - no way).
When I got off the phone it told me that I had an email but I pressed ignore.
I walked out into my living room sat down in front of my computer and dialed Blake.
As the phone was ringing I looked at the monitors and
I saw that EVERY single one of my email addresses HAD NEW MAIL.
Blake answered and TOLD me the same thing that was in ALL of my inboxes.
One simple little sentence sent to me 4 times, attempted to be told to me unsuccessfully 3 times and finally said to me at that moment.
HERE IS WHAT THAT ONE LITTLE SENTENCE WAS:
I hurt my back doing your laundry
WHY DOES THIS EVEN MATTER??????????
Because I obviously needed to be reminded of the good things and of the small things and that if I look at the BIG PICTURE I will see that I should be grateful for all that I have. My blessings are MANY, only one of which is:
AN EX-HUSBAND WHO HURT HIS BACK WHILE DOING OUR LAUNDRY.
Thanks Blake, Im still pissed off - but you totally ROCK.

