Everybody's Talking Bout The New Kid In Town

Holidays are a difficult time for everyone, especially when the divorce is still pretty fresh. Old traditions are replaced by new traditions. And old loves are replaced by new loves. And while the name of game may change, some of the players are  still remain the same.

This year, J-Fed's family was out of town for Easter. To take away the discomfort of 
having to spend the holiday alone, I first invited him over to do the Easter egg hunt 
with the kids in the morning. Everything went well, and J-Fed was on his best 
behavior, especially when you consider the fact that he was totally outnumbered, not 
just by Mr. Ex and I, but by his former in-laws as well.

Yet, he didn't let it bother him. He breezed through the morning with ease as if he  didn't have a care in the world. In reality, he did. J-Fed loved Easter dinner and  this year, it appeared as if he'd be getting his holiday grub at the local 7-Eleven.  As I thought about the gourmet feast I was preparing with my family, I felt a twinge of guilt.

The notion of him sitting in his apartment alone, sucking down Vienna sausages and baked beans made my stomach turn, more because I can't imagine anyone consuming such vittles.

To be frank, it was actually Kuku, my mother, who felt empathetic for J-Fed. She asked me what he was going to do for Easter dinner and I told her about how he'd be  hungry and alone with nothing to feast on but his cold black heart, and maybe a nice glass of Chianti.

The two of us exchanged glances. My look said "You're a sucker Kuku." And her look told me "You're a bigger sucker than I am Kiki." All of the while, J-Fed stood in the  background playing with some small remote that I was certain linked directly to Kuku and I's brains.