Okie dokie, update time. Let's see. Brian called me early Friday evening very upset, saying he really needed to talk to me. He finished up at the office and called me after he calmed down a little later in the evening. He had gotten in a huge fight with his almost 19 year old daughter. Let's just say, the divorce between he and his ex-wife was extremely messy, with her cheating on him several times, once with her own sister's husband, yet he STILL speaks fairly nice of her around his kids. He also knocks himself out making himself extremely available for his children, even if that means canceling plans with me on occasion. He drives himself crazy trying to be there for them and for me and he can get very overwhelmed at times. So it was a complete shock to him to have his daughter start swearing at him and say some of the things she said to him. It started with Cassie moving to North Carolina with her boyfriend a few weeks ago. Brian did not approve of this arrangement, but figured if he wanted a relationship with his daughter, he kind of had to let her do what she wanted. She is an adult. Well, this adult still gets gas cards from Dad and still gets her cell phone paid for by Dad and still got several hundred dollars for miscellaneous expenses for this moving trip he didn't want to happen. While in Laconia, we picked out several things for her and he sent it in a big package, along with more gas cards. Days went by, he didn't hear from Cassie. No thankyou, nothing. Finally, he called and asked how she liked the stuff. She informed him she never received a package. Brian said, Well, that explains why I haven't heard from you. She completely flipped out, yelling and swearing at him, saying that the phone goes both ways and she is the child, while he is the adult and she isn't going to play his games, chasing him around, yet she calls her mother 5 or 6 times a day on the cell phone he provides. She wanted space from him, yet when she got it, now he's being neglectful. She went on to say he's never been there for her and if she wasn't biologically related to him, she'd have no respect for him at all.
Brian is the most wonderful and honorable man I can think of. He has always put his children and my children first, and while that can be frustrating at times, I wouldn't love him if he did not. So be accused to not "being there" was extremely hurtful. He has not missed one event of hers. So after taking about 45 minutes of the abuse she was dishing out, he basically told her that it is now time for her to float her own boat and that the cell phone and finacial help from him is being cut off as of Tuesday.
He called me crying and extremely upset. He was at my house by 8:30 AM Saturday morning on the bike. Barbara has been having some financial struggles in the last few weeks, waiting for her checks to start from her new job, so I knew she wouldn't be terribly hurt by my bailing on the Boston trip. I left Saturday morning with Brian and the plan was to just drive and see where we ended up.
We had the most wonderful and romantic time. We rode all over Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont on the bike. We were going to stay in one of those cottage like motel things on the side of the road, but Brian and I didn't like the looks of them. We were cold and tired, but not desperate. There was this beautiful condo lodge, with jacuzzis right in the room, that he said we could stay in, but then we decided just to head to Concord and get a room at the Holiday Inn so we could be closer to the places we wanted to visit the next day. We slept like the dead after hot showers and some yummy room service.
The next day, we just went where the roads led us. Stopped in little towns, talked to local people, and just cuddled and kissed a lot. We had a very nice dinner at Margarita's (not Orono) and watched the fireworks back at the hotel. A very hot and very romantic evening ensued, ending with us again sleeping like the dead. We got up the next morning and got ready. Loaded the bike and headed back to Maine. Our mission: to take as much of coastal Route 1 as possible. We went up thru Portsmouth, Kittery, York Beach, Ogunquit, shopped in Kennebunkport, Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Portland, Yarmouth, Freeport.
Brian almost decided to stay in Bangor for another night. Neither of us were ready to see our mini-vacation end. He didn't leave my driveway until almost 8 PM and called from Houlton at 9:35. He didn't call again until he was home in bed at 11. We were both sad, already missing each other and weary from all the riding.
All in all, it was an interesting holiday. Just goes to show you, expect the unexpected sometimes. While the weekend started out tough for Brian, we both admitted to having a wonderful time with each other.
And interestingly enough, Brian has been taking things so slow with me for our children'ts sakes. It is hard meshing lives sometimes when children are involved, but Cassie's little outburst has kind of given him a wakeup call. He has been knocking himself out, trying to make things easier for them, and unintentionally more difficult for us. He said it is time for him to start living his own life again and that that life includes me.