Very, very upset

Wow. I don't know what to say. As recently as two hours ago, I was really happy, becase I was meeting my boyfriend's Mom. And while our relationship is still quite new, and we are taking it slow, it was a big thing for me, because I felt that he felt comfortable enough with me to let me into his family life, at least a little.

It started off well. We had a lovely lunch at the Kilkenny Design Centre. Everyone was talking about the recent "bad weather" (though, coming from Newfoundland, it doesn't seem that bad to me). We made small talk. We ate home-made soup and soda bread. It was all good. She seemed like a very nice lady.

Then, he went up to get some coffee for everyone. She leaned across the table, and said:

"Don't take this the wrong way, dear, but I hope things aren't getting too serious. You know that he's a father, and we're all hoping that he's going to get back with the mother of his daughter, because the feeling in the family is that this split is just a little glitch."

Well, I didn't know what to say, and as soon as he came back I made an excuse and left. I feel in shock. They've been separated for more than a year. Things seem to be reasonably amicable, but he's certainly never given me any reason to think that they are likely to get back together again.

Honestly, I don't know what to think, and I don't really want to see her again any time soon, though I am sure that she's a nice lady. I'm seeing him tomorrow and the way I'm feeling right now, I sincerely have no idea if I'll bring the subject up or not.

The city is in a bit of chaos because of the ice and snow, which is apparently worse than usual for this time of year. I expect that things will be quieter than usual in the city centre tonight. It won't make a great deal of difference to me, because I life downtown. But I'm telling you one thing: ice or no ice, I want to go out tonight. If Saoirse can't stay over (she lives out of town and the bus service mightn't be working late tonight), I hope Bepe will be free, because I need to escape from my thoughts and I'd rather not do it on my own. Tonight is a night for hot whiskey or a creamy Guinness and a talk. I'm going to the pub. I know Bepe likes the Temple Bar in, well, Temple Bar, so maybe if I offer to buy the drinks, he can be my shoulder to cry on.