Musicman and I don't fight with each other. Don't get me wrong, we disagree about things on occasion, but we learned long ago how to discuss those disagreements in a civilized and respectful manner. The days of screaming at each other, name calling and other hurtful things are in our distant past. It was something we worked very hard to achieve at the beginning of our relationship.
In the past few months we have over heard our daughter and her boyfriend fighting quite a bit. Yelling, screaming, name calling, the whole bit. It is awkward and painful to hear, especially since there isn't much we can do about it. I am more than willing to offer advice if she asks, but I refuse to get involved, unless of course things were to get physical. I refuse to get involved because I know if I do, she will blame me when this relationship ends.
Friday evening Musicman and I went out to visit some friends. Unbeknownst to us, our daughter and her boyfriend spent the evening fighting again. At some point he left and didn't tell our daughter where he was going. Musicman and myself were unaware of this until Saturday afternoon when she finally broke down and told us what happened, along with the fact that he still wasn't home and she had no idea where he was. He took the car, with the baby seat still in it and all their money.
She was scared senseless. She had called all his friends, whom all said they hadn't heard from him. She had called the local hospitals looking for him. I did my best to listen and offer advice, but inside I was seething. She was worried he had crashed the car and was lying in a ditch some where needing help. My thought; he better be in a ditch somewhere, cause if he isn't, I'm gonna put him in one and cover it with 6 feet of dirt.
Musicman left to take our daughter and the baby to her friends house for the night. When he got back home, I was doing a slow burn, plotting all the ways I was going to seriously hurt that man when he finally did turn up. I was sitting in my recliner, my foot, tap, tap, tapping away at top speed. A sure sign that I am beyond aggravated.
We talked about the situation for a short time, discussing the practical things we can do to help her. I'm fully onboard with those things, but my foot kept tapping away. All I really wanted to focus on was how many creative ways I could come up with to hurt that man for abandoning my daughter and granddaughter. Believe me when I tell you I can come up with quite few. The whole time my foot is tapping away, faster and faster and faster.
Finally Musicman comes over to where I'm sitting and places his feet around my furiously tapping foot until I stopped. Then he pulled me out of my chair and suggested we go upstairs. He pointed out that we where home alone and depending how this all works out we might get alone time again for awhile.
A lovely session with the leather paddle and many orgasms later and I felt much better. We enjoyed a peaceful evening together, which could be our last for awhile.
Our daughter did discover that her boyfriend is fine and staying with a friend, one who had previously lied to her and told her he wasn't. The coward still hasn't come back home and we have a lot to figure out before tomorrow morning when we are all scheduled to go back to work. Yes, I'm still running through, in my mind, all the many ways I am going to make him pay for being an irresponsible, untrustworthy, absolute asshole who is a very poor excuse for a man. He made a very serious mistake messing with my family, cause I don't take that lightly, neither does Musicman, though of the two of us, he needs to worry more about me than he does Musicman.