I met the ow last week. She was watching the boys at his apt. We all had to work. She brought a friend with her to help I guess or just for support. All i could think of is what she couldn't handle watching two kids by herself, anyway. I was polite and smiled and said hi. I guess she told the x i was short. What the hell does that mean. I guess I have to sit down and bond with her. I thought I handled it pretty well, I smiled and didn't rush the boys to leave. O well,
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