jaylar
On Friday evening, my phone rang.It was my daughter, Gabi.She was crying and telling me she had to leave her mother’s house. I didn’t know what to say, when the door bell rang. Over the phone Gabi said ‘”Open the door!”
As I opened the door, there was Gabi standing on the door mat.
I took her in, tried to find out what had happened, but she wouldn’t tell me.
I gave her something to eat, brought her to the little room she stayed in when she visited.
I called my Ex-wife, Ellen who had no idea that anything was amiss. In a bored voice she asked; “What does your new wife say?”
I told her that Sherry and I had not moved in together yet. Ellen advised, “Let Gabi stay the night and tomorrow figure out what happened.”
To me, this was a major event, my daughter calls me crying, shows up on my door step, and Ellen is treating it as a bruised knee.
