Friday we took Autumn to the doctor for her 18-month checkup. She’s 95th percentile for weight and 90th percentile for height. She’ll probably end up being taller than me seeing as her father is nearly a foot taller than me. The doctor said we didn’t have to keep Autumn on whole milk and that she can drink what ever we drink (skim). Thank God for that because we frequently have to empty expired milk into the sink because the girl cannot possibly drink an entire gallon before it goes bad.
After the appointment we ate at our favorite Chinese buffet and then I brought Autumn home to give her a much needed bath. Since we had driven separately, Nathan decided to stop off at the store to pick up a few things.
“Guess who I saw at Family Fare?” he asked later when he got home.
“Who?” I asked
“My ex,” he said.
Hmm. That was not who I thought he was going to say. A neighbor most likely, a former co-worker perhaps, but not his ex wife. They had been married briefly in the early ’90s and were separated when Nathan and I started going out. I was curious as to what she was doing in our neck of the woods. Last we knew she was living on the other side of the state.
“Did you say anything to her? I asked.
He said that he didn’t have an opportunity because she was already checking out as he was getting in line. When I asked if he would have tried to get her attention if Autumn had been with him he said, “Oh hell yeah.” He pointed to Autumn and said, “Bitch, your babies could have looked like that!”
Um, not exactly, but I know where he was coming from. Things did not end well between them. She left him, and although I didn’t know her at all, Ryan and Marla did. Ryan and Marla and Nathan and the ex hung out like Ryan and Marla and Nathan and I do now. Needless to say those first few years of my relationship with Nathan, even after our marriage, were awkward when it came to spending time with Ryan and Marla.
Marla used to talk about the ex a lot. To this day it still irks me that she didn’t realize how inappropriate that was, but I think she was not-so-subtly trying to warm me off Nathan. She had an idea of what kind of man he was, but her information came from the ex and was tainted at best. I’ve known Marla since high school, but I could never muster up the courage to tell her to put a sock in it. Thankfully she quieted down on her own. Maturity…it’s a good thing.
Maturity has made us somewhat responsible human beings and I’m sure the ex would be quite surprised to see where Nathan is now, seeing as she was so quick to discard him when he apparently didn’t live up to her expectations. Oh well. Her loss is my gain, and judging from her purchases at the supermarket, which according to Nathan included a fifth of Captain Morgan, a 2-liter of Coke and a TV dinner, she has nothing like this waiting for her at home: