The Side Effects of No Validation

I've noticed a trend with my boy's mother, and I'm starting to get really irritated.

She's been around an awful lot for someone who lives two hours away. And, granted, she may be trying to make up for lost time with her kids. I get that. But the curteous thing would be a little bit of notice(though, even when she gives more than a day, he forgets to tell me until the last minute). Alright, ok, just a small irritation. I'm always annoyed when people drop in that I need to clean for, and I didn't get to clean because I didn't know they were coming.

I like his mom, I do. She has great taste, she's very funny, always nice to me. But sometimes I get the feeling that she doesn't like me much. She's a Facebooker; She tags, takes pictures, everything. But somehow, I never end up in her pictures. I'm never tagged.

Last night, my boy and I had to de-flea our apartment. No problem, but it involved us leaving for an hour or so to let things settle. So, our plan was to grab dinner, come back and finish the job, and then I could go to auditions. Good plan, right? I was going to use that dinner to sit and have a talk with him about some of the boundaries we need to set at work. Those kinds of conversations are always better in a neutral place.

As soon as we walk in, she texts him about dinner, and he invites her to join us. Alright, puts a damper on the things I had hoped to accomplish, and I dislike eating in front of people that I don't know very well, but whatever. She arrives, his little brother comes too, and it's great. So great, in fact, that we sat there for three and a half MOTHAFUCKIN HOURS. Three. And. A. HALF.

Good thing there's more than one audition.

So after all this, there's a brief bit of picture-taking, and we part ways(in a monsoon, no less). And this morning, I go to work, finish my tasks, and hop onto Facebook to see how the world at large is. Oh, Robin Williams is still dead, everyone's still sad(I mask my pain with apathy), and what's this? Haha, what a cute picture! And she tagged him. Funny, he doesn't even use Facebook. And... not me? Well, then.

I can't figure out if this is a matter of "you aren't my son's real girlfriend, so I don't have to acknowledge the relationship", or "I don't like you", or just an oversight. And, frankly, any fucks I gave about this subject flew out the window because I just found out my dad is in the hospital.

Dueces.