Did you really go behind my back and adopt a child? First of all, I’m kind of impressed. Second of all, who trusted you with a kid ?
If you’re going to feed me your lies at least add flavor to them.”
Our conversation was not going as planned, it quickly unraveled from a conversation, to a discussion on our new kids, to an argument and we continued to escalate. The argument turned to a yelling match, to a full fledged verbal fight, then the emotional hand grenades came out and were landing at my feet two a second, I could tell my Pretty Little Hate Machine of a girlfriend was going for the physical assault next. I started backing away from her, the last time she got like this I ended up getting stabbed and going to the hospital and she was taken to jail. I did not feel like doing that again any time soon.
The argument was centered around the adoptions. When we had talked about this over the Holidays. As crazy as she was I was probably even crazier, and crazy about her too. That was part of the problem. We had been talking about commitments and what we could do to see if it would work long term as in marriage. So we moved in together, which had actually been a good move until now. We had talked about adoption, but we were talking about adopting a dog from the Rescue Shelter to raise and take care of equally. Our views on dogs differed greatly. She wanted something that looked like a tiny fur ball that had a bark like a high pitched yip yip yip. To me that was not a dog that was a foot cushion. I wanted a labrador or a english spaniel, or even a mixed mutt but one that looked like and barked like a dog.
She did not appreciate the fact that I got exactly the type of dog “I” wanted. When I passed by the animal shelter, they had about 10 dogs outside in a little fenced in area advertising free dogs. I knew I should of talked to her about this before I signed all the adoption paperwork. But all you had to do is take one look at this dog and you knew you were in love for life. He was probably a little over a year old but still young enough to be trained and he was a happy dog. Always quick with a welcome home, and an enthusiastic lets go for a run or walk and often lets go somewhere, anywhere with his leash in his mouth, a smile and a dog kiss to the face. He was an irresistible huggable dog.
She was so mad about the dog when she saw him, not at the dog himself but with my decision not to include her when picking him out. She stated unequivocally that “ If you’re going to feed me your lies at least add flavor to them.” I knew what she meant but said “ we could name him Pepper, would that add flavor?” But he had that crooked smile and four white socks on. He was mainly light brown with a couple black patches and what looked like four white socks on his feet. So I named him Socks. Three months later I thought I was in the clear as Samantha was deeply taken with Socks and the feeling was mutual. Socks was a good companion dog. He was not a big dog but rather medium, in height and stature but was definitely protective of her, which I liked.
So imagine my surprise when two months later she comes home with a baby girl. A real baby, not a dog but an adopted daughter. I was stunned silent which is unusual for myself to be quiet about anything especially adding a daughter to our little family. As the shock wore off a bit I said to her “Did you really go behind my back and adopt a child? First of all, I’m kind of impressed. Second of all, who trusted you with a kid?” It was that last comment about trust and a kid, which was meant as a joke but Sam did not find funny. Not at all funny and that landed me in my current predicament. Pedaling backwards looking for an escape.
