::Opens Mouth:: Um . . .

I really have no clue what to write.

On Wednesday, I called up my mom around nine to talk to her about a couple of things and she tells me that her and my dad are talking to Drew, asking what his intentions with me are and the like. My first reaction? ‘Oh, dear God…’ I figured after the previous evening, something like that was exactly what he didn’t need. However, I think I was wrong. I think it may have been exactly what he did need. If nothing else, so he could know that yes, my parents do accept him. And besides, while it occurred to me they could simply be having this talk with him because he’s older and more experienced and has been narried before, I wanted to think of it as my parents having this talk with him because they honestly believe me in thinking that Drew is the One. And I think that is the reason, too. I mean, neither of my parents had a talk like this with Mike or Rob. Lol, when I asked her about that, my mom actually said it was because they honestly didn’t expect me to stay with Mike or Rob.

I think it was on Thursday when I talked to her, my mom also told me about my great grandmother’s engagement ring, and how if Drew wanted to use that, he was welcome to. Lol, I was on the fence about whether I really wanted that to come to fruition, but I just told her that shouldn’t that be something she says to Drew?

Well, on Saturday, he and I cashed our paychecks, put some money into our account, and went to breakfast, where somehow I ended up asking him if he wanted his birthday gift then, or Monday night. He said he didn’t know, and since I had to get to work, I figured oh, well, Monday night it is. But when he got to the store, we got on that subject again and he ended up saying something about ‘what? Was it in my car?’ And I said yes, but he’d never find it. After he looked in my car with no success, I sent him back in the store and grabbed what it was. Then I went in the office where he was, and when he looked at me and said, ‘Where is it?’ I pulled out the bank envelope and handed it to him. He says, ‘You’re giving me money?’ as he pulls out the folded over $100’s. I kinda nodded and said, ‘Go get the divorce.’ And I think I added, ‘Be free of her.’

He texted me today at about quarter to eleven or so, saying the initial paperwork is through, and processing it’ll take about four weeks. Then it’ll go to court, and that’ll be done in about another four weeks. Then he’ll be fully divorced. On Sunday, yesterday, my mom mentioned the thing about the engagement ring to him, which I find kind of contradictory. When they were talking to him, my mom said how he and I should take things slowly, not rush into anything, yada, yada, yada. Then, like, four days later, is telling him she has a family heirloom he can use as an engagement ring. Lol. Drew said that offer actually made him teary-eyed. I asked him which he’d prefer to do. You know, old ring or new. He said the family heirloom was how it was done in olden days. You know, piece of jewelry passed on from one generation to another. I think he likes that idea, and also likes the idea of being able to be part of that. I get the idea that none of his ex’s families treated him this way. Or maybe he just never perceived that he was being treated this way.

When I was explaining my logic, the night before last, for giving him the money for the divorce, I brought up months ago when something had happened to his leg and he used a cane for about a week. He killed the one that he had, and I bought him a new one. He said I didn’t have to. And of course he was right; I didn’t have to. But my alternative was watching him be in pain, with nothing to lean on for assistance, the entire night. I can’t watch someone suffer like that. And I couldn’t keep watching him suffer like this, in terms of wanting the divorce but not having the money for it.

Fifteen more days till the apartment! After I get the stuff in there and arranged, I’m gonna go shopping. Gotta pick up food and supplies for the apartment warming party I’m having on the third.