I was driving #4-son from school to his friend’s house, which is across the street from the Ex’s house. About a block from the friend’s house, the radio starts playing R.E.M.’s song “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It". So, song playing, driving along and we round the corner and…

O.M.G!!! It’s the end of the world as I know it!!!

My Ex has hired a company to paint his house.

I’m sitting there in the friend’s driveway as the song continues to play and thinking: O.M.G!! The world has truly ended.

I know this isn’t a big deal to most of you, because that’s the way you do things, you hire somebody to paint your house. But that’s not the way my Ex did things.

He did everything around the house. It didn’t matter how important it was to me. It didn’t matter how much I begged, or how much I pleaded, or how many rational explanations I put forth, or even if I offered to do it myself… nobody but him could touch the house… and only in his timeframe and only on the projects that mattered to him.

And he has somebody painting his house.

No matter how nice a guy he may be… he keeps reminding me that there are reasons he’s now Ex.

But I’m still snickering about the marvelous timing.