This week I am in the trenches fighting. I am doing the hard slog of defending my position, covering my rear flank and aggressively pushing forward. I had a couple of brilliant ideas that are bearing fruit now and will be amazing in 2018. But right now I am an Amazon warrior and not to be trifled with. The Hunter found this out this week.
My son is wrapping up his internship and next week will be heading back to college. He doesn’t like the Hunter. Let’s not mince words. They don’t have common ground and it’s clear that the Hunter and I fuck, which is definitely uncomfortable for adult children when they are living under the same roof. We also didn’t help matters by not wanting his girlfriend to hang around here for days while he is working — too awkward when we are working from home. My son is an introvert of the 9th degree, so sometimes you have to pry things out of him.
This week the Hunter got annoyed, then mad because my son doesn’t even talk to him. Didn’t acknowledge him with a “Good morning” as he spoke to me. I have to agree that my son was embarrassingly rude, which reflects poorly on me as his parent. The Hunter wanted a big pow wow, but his timing was poor. I came home at 8:30 with the prospect of another 2 hours of work. As I sat in the car to gather my thoughts, the garage door goes up and there is the Hunter. He wants to have his confrontation NOW.
I look at him and his eyes are redder than a rose. “Have you been smoking?” He counters, “Why does that matter?” I tell him that there will be no conversations with my son that night. I have work to do and I am not doing this while he is stoned. We will do this tomorrow, I tell him.
I march off to my office to crank out the necessary paperwork that is pending. My son comes in and we chat about the situation. It’s an awkward conversation for him, easy for me because I know his answers before he states them and we get it pretty much resolved/aired out. He leaves for school in a week, we just need to get through these last couple of days.
The next morning I am bustling around to get out for a big meeting. The Hunter and I begin talking and he gets mad that I already spoke to my son. He’s walking out of the room as I am speaking, so I find myself yelling. He walks back in “Are we fighting about your son?” I said no, I am simply trying to explain my side. I leave. He sends me a text 30 minutes later about not giving him the opportunity to state his case. Yep, that’s because it’s my son and that relationship trumps my relationship with the Hunter. Instead I stay silent. Which was the smart choice because I had a full day of arguing with attorneys and strenuously defending my position on a number of things. I was full of piss & vinegar all day, so I knew better than to talk about anything with family when my Amazon is at full power.
He must have re-thought his position because he did some really nice things for me after that text. He took my elderly Lhasa Apso to be groomed (which was long overdue), made a beautiful dinner, coaxed me out on a lovely bike ride and fucked me really good. Smart man. Smart man because the reason I had been late the night before was because I had a long bitch session with my BFF who is contemplating ending her relationship and moving the West Coast. She and I were discussing the merits of her relationship and then my relationship. We discussed the question of if I was done and when would be the appropriate time to pull the plug. I’ll dissect that and write some more. In the meantime, all is quiet here. Everyone is playing nicely and I am kicking some serious ass in my business world. I got fucked great last night, so I feel wonderful. Now, I need to put on my armor and get back out on the battlefield.