{"id":702,"date":"2005-09-15T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-09-15T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=702"},"modified":"2006-04-04T22:09:23","modified_gmt":"2006-04-05T05:09:23","slug":"and-then-we-tango","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=702","title":{"rendered":"“…and then we tango.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My ex is on his way over to bring the girls Starbucks. He use to do this all the time, but now it’s dwindled down to a couple of caffeinated visits a month.
\nHe stopped asking me what I want. Not because he cares to remember, but because he’s ‘mad’ at me.<\/p>\n

We dance. My ex and I have this dance we do. It’s the much like an ugly tribal dance at times, but mostly it’s like a Waltz.
\nIt took years to perfect this dance we do. I’m sure you all know the steps;<\/p>\n

Step one: he does something of monumental proportion that pisses me off.
\nStep two: I advance a step towards him and tell him off.
\nStep three: He backs up and after a dramatic spin, he laughs and begins advancing towards me.
\nStep four: I look at him like he’s stupid…because he is…and I tell him how it REALLY happened in the world WE all live in.
\nStep five: He threatens me financially…SOMEHOW.
\nStep six: I end up in tears.
\nStep seven: he wins.<\/p>\n

I figured if I got this loan, built up my credit, refinance the house…I could be rid of him being able to do that. Dan and I met when I was 18 years old. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed we would end up married with three kids living in suburb-hell. I also never would have guessed that I have just about as much financial freedom as I did when I was 18. none.
\nThis loan was going to change things.<\/p>\n

Then I got the loan papers. I have to pay off his State Taxes before they will give me my money. It’s not a couple hundred dollars. It’s not just a couple thousand dollars either.
\nWhen I brought this up to him, he didn’t seem to concerned at all. In fact he felt he was OWED this to him. I should have to pay this for him.<\/p>\n

We did that dance. We got to step 7, but I added a new step to it.<\/p>\n

Step 8: I turn to Shaun who then gives me a hug and says it’s going to be okay, we will work it all out together and someday this will be all over.<\/p>\n

Step 9: I win.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My ex is on his way over to bring the girls Starbucks. He use to do this all the time, but now it’s dwindled down to a couple of caffeinated visits a month. He stopped asking me what I want. Not because he cares to remember, but because he’s ‘mad’ at me. We dance. My ex and I have this dance we do. It’s the much like an ugly tribal dance at times, but mostly it’s like a Waltz. It took years to perfect this dance we do. I’m sure you all know the steps; Step one: he does something of monumental proportion that pisses me off. Step two: I advance a step towards him and tell him off. Step three: He backs up and after a dramatic spin, he laughs and begins advancing towards me. Step four: I look at him like he’s stupid…because he is…and I tell him how it REALLY happened in the world WE all live in. Step five: He threatens me financially…SOMEHOW. Step six: I end up in tears. Step seven: he wins. I figured if I got this loan, built up my credit, refinance the house…I could be rid of him being able to do that. Dan and I met when I was 18 years old. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed we would end up married with three kids living in suburb-hell. I also never would have guessed that I have just about as much financial freedom as I did when I was 18. none. This loan was going to change things. Then I got the loan papers. I have to pay off his State Taxes before they will give me my money. It’s not a couple hundred dollars. It’s not just a couple thousand dollars either. When I brought this up to him, he didn’t seem to concerned at all. In fact he felt he was OWED this to him. I should have to pay this for him. We did that dance. We got to step 7, but I added a new step to it. Step 8: I turn to Shaun who then gives me a hug and says it’s going to be okay, we will work it all out together and someday this will be all over. Step 9: I win.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=702"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}