A Weird Fathers Day

So, I went to pick up my son at his mom's today.  We had a brief spat outside which I started because I really didn't want to see her today.  She had already asked me again on Friday if I wanted to go to the Ren Fair with my son and her on Saturday, which again I politely declined because I didn't want our son to get the wrong impression.  She ended up not taking him on Saturday anyway.

 

Today, I picked him up and stopped by the 7-11 for some stuff.  Upon coming out, he said he had already called his mom because he really wanted her to be with us today.  I scolded him a little, but he said that mom really wanted to go and it meant a lot to him.  He said he knew that we were never getting back together, but this would mean a lot to him.

 

I went back to her apartment, and picked her up.  She was bubbly, laughing and talkative for the entire 30 minute ride to the Ren Fair.  She brought sunscreen and sprayed on me laughing when she shot it in my ear.  Then she shot my other ear laughing that I don't want to have a sunburned ear so she had to get both sides.

 

We got there, and my son wanted to be in costume.  So, we all dressed up (yes, I was friar tuck) and then spent the next four hours perusing the grounds.  Lots of things to do and see.  When we wanted to eat lunch, she asked me what I was getting.  I said I didn't know, to which she replied she wasn't going to order until I ordered first.  We then sat down and started to eat.  She offered me a bite of her spinach wrap, and then offered it to me again a few minutes later.  Half the time our legs were touching, and I didn't notice it until she moved it about five minutes later.  Later in the day she said her back was hurting, and if I would rub a spot near her sciatic on her lower back, which I did for about 10 seconds.  All and all, it was a fine time.  However, to me, it was surreal.  It was as if I were going through motions with actually having Emotion. 

 

I was avoiding all talk of divorce and actions therein, but she mentioned to me that she was tired of acting angry and upset with me all the time and wanted it to stop.  She didn't like faking it.  Interesting comment.

 

The ride back was quiet, as we were all tired.  She said thanks a couple of times, and we dropped her off and went home.

 

Thoughts?  Is this act of hers merely to grease the legal wheels and get me to agree by being nice, or am I reading ( like I think some people are ) too much into it.