I had a brief run-in with Mrs. Ex today. I was cooking lunch for Drama Geek and me when I heard the doorbell ring. Thinking he had run to the store, I figured he had returned with hands too full to open the door himself. When I answered the door, I didn’t quite register who she was. I thought she was the neighbor from across the street. I think I may have looked completely asinine as I stared at her blankly until her identity registered in my brain.
She had come by to drop off a piece of mail, which Drama Geek took after catching up to the two of us. It wasn’t until she had left that I realized how things must have looked from her perspective. I had event thought of inviting her in, and it was obvious that I had been cooking. But my appearance must have had her puzzled…there I was in pjs – no bra, no makeup, hair looking like it had been through a wind tunnel -- it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where I had slept the night before.
All Drama Geek could do was chuckle. It was pretty funny. Every time I meet her, I’m never quite sure what she thinks – of me, of us, of life. Is she like me? Does she thank God he found someone to occupy his time so she doesn’t have to worry? Is she confused as to what he could possibly see in me? Is she confused as to what I see in him? Does she think we deserve each other? Does she feel like she has the upper hand?
It’s not that I care; I really don’t. And I know Drama Geek doesn’t either. But from what others tell me, Mrs. Ex was always preoccupied by what others thought. Since splitting from Drama Geek, she seems to have taken a “devil may care” attitude. I do wonder how that change in attitude has colored her judgment of him, and subsequently then, also me.