Graduation approaches swiftly, & I’m heavily in planning mode.
OnlySon has his cap & gown, & is eagerly awaiting the day he can kick high school to the curb.
He has requested Texas chocolate cake (a much-beloved recipe of our family’s) for his graduation party, which will be held at my house after the ceremony.
And…it’s going to be a joint party for my son…with his father, my ex-husband.
I know the ex really only wants to do a joint party because he doesn’t want to be bothered with having to plan a party, buy the supplies, host the damned thing, clean up afterwards, yadda, yadda, yadda… It’s always been his MO, to make me do all the work when it came to this sort of thing, while taking a share of the credit. Asshat.
He says he’s bringing a second cake (he works as a baker at a grocery store here in town, so OnlySon requesting a homemade scratch recipe has wounded his pride, I’m sure), but I know his family… I’m making 2 of my cakes, just to make sure there’s some left for my family.
All the while, my anxiety has me in heavy emergency exit-strategy mode.
Except…
How do you get away from someone when they’re at your home? And they bring their family with them? Their very loud, very confrontational, very Greek, family? (If you’re picturing My Big Fat Greek Wedding in your head…Yep, you’re seeing the right people).
If anyone gets up in my face, I’m going to have a tough time holding my cool. I will try, for my son’s sake…
But, as I’m passing out pieces of cake, I might be tempted…
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