Friday 08 August 2003

When I had Cathy for vacation in August one person less than pleased was Cathy's mom. My ex-wife was livid that I had moved in with a woman before marrying her and thought the example I was setting for Catherine was so poor that she was bound and determined to keep Cathy from being at our house. She was ready to take me to court to fight for full custody and placement rights (for the third time, the first two obviously unsuccessful). Kari had a long conversation with my sister about it, furious that any mother would try to keep her child from seeing its daddy.

As much as Kari was getting along with my family, to hers I was a mystery. I met her dad and his wife once and had talked to her mom on the phone once. Over Labor Day weekend, Kari was on the phone with her mother to let her know about the pregnancy. Kari's mom was disappointed with her and spared no detail telling her as much. I only caught a piece of the conversation, hearing Kari say things like, "I hope it's his," and "Yes, I know the consequences," and "He's a teacher at Holmen High School and also works at APAC." It was as though Kari's mom had absolutely no idea who was with her daughter. After Kari got an earful for nearly an hour, I asked if she was okay or wanted to talk at all... but all I had in return was silence.

For two months, Kari and I had cuddled and kissed... and often the little things would build into a passion. Now, she was distant at home... asking me to stay on my own side of the bed. When she wanted to fool around, she'd lay on the living room couch with her legs spread wide open. It was an erotic sight, but not the way I'm used to start making love. Making love was what I truly wanted... she just wanted to fuck.

Still, I had something going for me... I was about to go back to school.

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