Yesterday morning K picked up Gabriel. A couple hours later they stopped by my work to drop something off. Several of my coworkers remarked that we didn't seem to hate each other, and really we seemed like we got along just fine.
Well, yeah. I don't hate K. I'm pretty sure I don't hate anyone, and besides that it's pretty hard to hate the father of your child. I mean, Gabriel got half his genes from that man. Disgust? Disappointment? Frustration? Irritation? Yes to all of those, but I've never hated him.
And we do get along when we're face to face. The most pressing and obvious reason is that if we're in the same room, I promise that Gabriel is there too, and it's in nobody's best interest for us to fight in front of our child. Less obvious than that, neither one of us is particularly fighty or confrontational anyways. Do I think that K is essentially worthless insofar as maintaining his life as a responsible adult? Yes. But he's personable and it's perfectly easy to make small talk about the weather.
Unrelated, this marks my 500th post. I think maybe I'm supposed to do something fancy, but I'm not sure what, and Gabriel's chanting TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE CHOLO LEAN LIKE A CHOLO LEAN LIKE A CHOLO TWINKLE LITTLE STAR ELBOWS UP SIDE TO SIDE HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE TWINKLE TWINKLE TWINKLE and it's making it hard to concentrate.