People find out, and we spit seeds
Last Tuesday I went to a bris, and saw a bunch of people I haven’t seen in about a year. People asked how things were going, meaning the boy. Beth is funny about telling people that we’re not together anymore. I’m not sure why. So, because she’s sensitive to that, and because it was a simcha, I made a point of not telling anyone except the rabbi.
But I must have said something. When a guy from the Men’s Club called Beth’s house, she told him to call my other phone. Anyway he asked if we had separated. Beth was enraged.
Later someone called me to tell me that a mutual friend was asking her what was going on. So at a birthday party for one of the boy’s friends, I told them about Beth and me.
I figure it’s about time. And I think it helps the boy know that it’s not an awful secret that he has two houses. It happens, kid.
After the birthday party, the boy and I came back to my house to build Lego robots. He got some sunflower seeds at the mall, so we stood on the deck eating them and spitting the shells out. We tried to hit the leaves of a tree. We both did well.
Most of the rules are the same at Beth’s house and my house. But only at my house is it permitted to spit sunflower seeds off the deck.