I knew that if I were to go out today, it would be as Marian. And the only thing on my docket was to meet DCD after work and give him the keys to his car.
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This morning, I woke up early. So I made myself some breakfast, and went back to sleep for a while. By the time I got up again, it was noon, and all I had the energy to do was to put folded laundry back into the drawers, and to hang some garments up in their appropriate closets. When I finally was in the mood to get ready to meet DCD, it was 5:30 pm - and I put on one of the more comfortable dresses I have.
A problem I've been having lately is that one of my ear piercings wants to close up. I may have to go back to the piercing studio and have the piercing redone. But I'll wait until after I return from my Norway cruise to do this. At least, I was able to push the pin through my earlobe without any pain, and wear some nice hoops.
I reached the diner where I was to meet DCD around 7:45 pm. I figured that I'd get a seat and let him find me. Well, he was a little bit late, so I made sure to hand him his keys before doing anything else. Over dinner, we chatted about many things, but mostly his problems in dealing with confrontation. He'll retreat from almost anything that makes him feel uncomfortable unless he has no escape. So, tonight was not a night to prod him - I did more than that this past weekend.
DCD told me how he got the car off the car carrier, and into a parking space. I wouldn't have known how to do this. So, he must have part of a brain to work with. This made me glad, as I feel that he didn't screw things up to get the car off the carrier. What did bother me is that he didn't have enough cash to pay for his meal, and that I had to front him $10 for his share of the bill.
On the way to his mom's place, DCD started talking about his family (and his ex-family - he is divorced), and how everyone expected him to screw up. He accused his ex-wife of sabotaging him towards the end of their marriage, and even to poison the relationship between him and his children. Later on, I discussed this with RQS, and we both agreed - DCD doesn't want to take responsibility for his mistakes in life, and that others' expectations were likely based on objective reality.
At least, there is one thing DCD and I agree on: Our former therapist would never have been able to deal with my gender issues, and that I was wise not to bring them up with him....
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