Family Day

Saturdays are Family Days. This means that Saturdays are out of my realm. On Saturdays, Matt takes his wife and kids out. On Saturdays, he cannot meet me and calls are limited to a “need to” basis. (To note, these are not rules he writes out. This is an implicit arrangement, although if I had a say in it I’d suggest Monday s or Tuesdays as Family Days.)

This morning, he sends me a message: “Good morning sweetie! Eunice (his daughter) wants to cycle so we’re at the beach now.” Ouch. I reply: “Nice weather to cycle, have fun.” I try to distract myself watching a movie with a friend. Later, I send him another message: “What’s for dinner?”. His reply came after half an hour: “We’re meeting Derrick and his wife in town for dinner.” Such cosy coupling. I don’t expect him to message me again. Perhaps I’ll see him online later. I hate that I have come to hate Saturdays.