* * * 2 turkeys, 6 pies, 2 lovers, 2 innocent children, 2 knowing children, & a new mattress for an ex-wife

Yes, that’s right: there are going to be two Thanksgiving dinners for Performer,  because my older child, A, objected to the ruse of telling his children I was ‘just a friend.’

 Performer wanted to avoid having 2 Thanksgiving dinners, but he’s going to have them anyway.  Eating is one of his favorite activities, but…..  We’ll see how he manages, especially since the dinner here will be his second of the day.

Becky (P’s almost-ex) is now ready to tell the children the truth, that their parents are getting (and are almost) divorced, but she wants to do it tonight (Wednesday) or tomorrow morning (Thursday, Thanksgiving), but in that case, she said, P shouldn’t leave the children alone Thursday evening –  which is when he plans to come over here (21 blocks south and 2 blocks east of his apartment) for my family’s T’g dinner.

He nixed that, telling her how important T’g was for Mimi….that made me sort of uncomfortable, because I feel she will soon know too much about me, as I already do about her.  I must tell Performer to stop disseminating information about us, Becky and me, to one another.  Some of what he has told me about her is pretty private, and I feel protective of her privacy.

Anyway, he said no to telling them Thursday.   He doesn’t want to tell them till mid-December.  Now he’s the delaying one.   Neither parent wants to be left alone with the kids after they have just been told The News.  Becky, btw, will be leaving Thursday to spend the holiday with her parents.

So anyway, here’s the plan: he is cooking  a T’g  mid-day dinner tomorrow for himself, his children, his brother, his brother’s ‘wife’ (long-term partner), her daughter, and her grandson; then coming over here at 6 pm to eat with me, my mother, 2  children, and 3  good friends from another country, now living in the U.S.

 Hope he doesn’t spill on his shirt during the first dinner.

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Oh, and the wonderful new king-size mattress:  the first woman to sleep on it with Performer will be his almost-ex-wife.

Well, it is king-size…

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Yup, that’s the way they do things:  when he went ‘home’ at the end of August to the neighboring state where she lives with their children, at least two months after our ‘romance’ had begun, he slept in ‘their’ bed — because that was the only one where his back felt good, and besides, they were still pretending to the children that all was hunky-dory.

But what about now, five months since we’ve been together, and on a mattress bought for — and tested by (see previous post)  — us??

Well, he assures me that the spaciousness of the mattress neutralizes the sexiness of sharing a bed, at least when it’s himself and Becky.    And where else could she sleep? 

And so forth.

I could, and sort of did, make the case that there’s a certain amount of intimacy in sharing a bedroom anyway, being in one’s pajamas together on the same mattress, hearing the other person breathe and sleep, perhaps even talking in bed together, not to mention the fact that Performer doesn’t wear pajama bottoms. 

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Well,  that ‘intimacy,’ if it is, gives me a little room: I’ve invited Rolly over for drinks Friday (when Performer will be entertaining his children) so he can deliver what’s left of the tupperware (our ‘excuse’ for continuing contact via email….) I gave him Thanksgiving leftovers in a year ago, and so he can meet one of  the (non-American) friends who will be staying with me for Thanksgiving.  She heard all about him last year while that difficult relationship was going on, and I want her to meet him.   He’s really funny… not good relationship-material; he didn’t really want a relationship, at least not with me.  But I look forward to hearing their witty exchanges.   

And just to clarify:  I’ll tell Performer all he wants to know about Rolly’s visit.  It’s not a secret.  I told him about our walk in Central Park in August.  And to clarify more:  there’s no way I would want to share a bed even chastely with any of my exes, not at all at all; but chat over drinks, yes, at least in the case of Rolly.   Whereas Performer would, I suspect, not be particularly interested in such an encounter with any of his exes.

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And now, time to pick up the turkey.

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers.   Trust I’ll have some good stories for you after all these Interesting Social Occasions have taken place.

- Mimi

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