T and all the mystery about her

I felt that I needed to anti up and explain my relationship with T a little better than I have in this blog because in all reality she has been my rock. T and I met on some not so good terms and we have both made the best of the cirumstances that life has to offer us. They tend to bring us closer. Sort of the military life where don't ask we won't tell but if you ask we sure are going to tell all. So I am going to rewind back to late 2000 or something like that. My memory fade since my old age (ripe age of 30). T was living with my ex (they had been together for some time). At that time he had joint custody of our three kids. They were with him from Sunday a.m. until Wednesday p.m. I didn't much like her. Although I left ex and had absolutely no feelings toward him at all I didn't want another woman being a "mother figure" to my kids when he had them. We had our spats but mostly it was because she was always trying to do more for them then ex did. My feeling is they are his kids - have him cook them dinner, get them ready for bed, etc. One day she called me because gymnast couldn't find something:

T: Do you know where my daughter's shoes are?
Me: I am sorry but you don't have a daughter. hung up the phone
T: (After calling back). Look you may not like it but I have been a part of the kids lives for 3 years and I will always be a part of it.
Me: Your not my kids mother and you never will be!
T: I know that but I am the one that makes sure they are taken care of when they are with ex so deal.

Shortly afterwards I went and filed for sole custody - after much court battle and him not showing for court (I won).

About a year after the court proceedings T was pregnant with your youngest. I was the one there for her. When ex and her were fighting she would come over and hang out. Talk about Jerry Springer. We used to go shopping together when he got paid and I would sign his check and she would spend it (since I was/am still legally married to him). Through the years even though ex and T broke up T and I became the best of friends.

My best stories have T in them. Like the birthday that we planned to go out to get smashed on. Mid August - about 85 degree weather. I wanted to go out but like usual by 8:00 I had talked myself out of really needing to go out. at 10 she was at my door yelling at me to get ready. We were going. I told her I didn't have any money. She handed me $10 and told me that if I needed more to just tell everyone it was my birthday. We met up with Eric and one of his friends. He was my best guy friend at the time (another post). We drank, and drank and drank. At about 3 I needed to use the bathroom but unable to walk by myself T had to walk into the bar - we were outside on the patio drinking at the "outside bar" - through the crowded bar and wait in line in the bathroom. When we finally were able to releave our selfs T ended up puking all over the floor. Side note: NEVER GO TO THE BATHROOM WHEN DRINKING - it puts it all into perspective as to how much you drank. We went back to the guys and at some point throughout the night Me and T passed out on the bar which we were carried to a taxi and I remember yelling at the taxi driver where I lived. Upon pulling in my driveway he was honking the horn at 4ish in the morning. I screamed at him - you Fucking ass hole my parents live next door - I will hear about this for weeks. My boyfriend at that time carried me inside, paid for the taxi and after T finished puking inside the cab helped her inside. I think I made it to the living room and we both passed out on the floor. I woke up at 9 a.m. with a huge headache and T was gone. Later that day I called and she just said she woke up and realized her kids were at a sitter and she walked ACROSS TOWN at 7 a.m. to get them and walk home.

Tonight is another example of what a good friend T is. Sugarplum is moving up from Headstart. I work until 5 and the ceremony starts at 6:30 so for me to drive home, get dinner, dress Sugarplum in a nice new dress and due her hair pretty, clean out my camera from last weekends pictures and load the kids into the van would be way to stressful. So I am picking T and her two kids up and she will be getting Sugar plum ready while I do the dinner thing and Gymnast will be cleaning out the camera. Hope everything else goes well.