Anonymous A started this discussion 10 months ago#124,773
So, my girlfriend, let's call her Brenda, decided tonight was the perfect night for a little nostalgia. Apparently, she and her ex, Jamal, needed to have a "serious discussion" about their son, Jamal Jr. (Yes, you read that right. Jamal Jr.)
And guess who got the honor of tucking little Jamal Jr. into bed? Me. That's right. Me. While Brenda was on the phone, reminiscing about the good old days with the man who fathered the kid I'm now putting to sleep.
"He's used to Jamal doing it," she said, like that somehow made it better. "And we really need to talk about his soccer practice."
Soccer practice. With Jamal.
I'm sitting here, staring at this kid who looks suspiciously like a younger version of her ex, while she's probably giggling about old inside jokes. I swear, I'm about two seconds away from packing my bags and moving to Antarctica.
Is this normal? Am I the only one who thinks this is completely insane? Should I just accept that my life is now a never-ending episode of "Keeping Up With Jamal's Ex"? Or should I finally tell her to call Jamal for bedtime stories next time?