Out of the mouth of babes

I picked up my daughter as usual today at 5pm.  She was outside playing with her daddy’s girlfriend’s 4 children.  I sent Zeth, my youngest son to go get Tesla.  While I’m waiting for Tesla and Zeth to come back up to the top of the driveway, a little girl about 5 comes up, so happy to see me. 

“Guess what? I’m moving here!”  She exclaimed cheerfully.

“You are?” I asked, taken back by her exclamation.

“Yes, this is going to be our house.” she added.

Not knowing what else to say to a 5 year old, who just informed me she was moving into my house, I said “That’s wonderful sweetie!”

Are you kidding me???  Another woman and her children are moving into my house?  This one has known my husband perhaps two weeks tops?! 

Doesn’t she realize this man is in the middle of a divorce?  Or that another family just moved out of the house in a rush, back in October?

Excuse me, but my name is on that house.  Why is every other woman in York County moving into my house? 

It’s not like I didn’t know this family of 5 has been spending an awful amount of time at my house.  Just not enough time that Tesla could even remember this womans name.

Divorce is ugly.  I feel the worst for my daughter, stuck with me in this three-ring circus.

Go ahead...take a swing. I'll duck and listen.

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