Meanderings: February 22, 2000

Tuesday,
February 22, 2000

Batten down the hatches, break out the artillery, and hide the women. The ex-boyfriend is back in town.

Tina's, I mean. This is Aso, the Kurdish boy she was dating last year, until he decided to up stakes and move back down to Germany (at which point we were besieged telephonically by Lisa's ex-boyfriend and Aso's brother who demanded that we give them Aso's car, this beater we had agreed to store for him. I don't even want to get into the Kurdish interfamilial politics of it all -- suffice it to say that we eventually gave them the car after Aso said it was okay). After a rather tentative visit down there, they broke up. Or at least Tina did -- I think Aso's been holding onto hopes, as he's been calling her sporadically ever since.

Flash forward to today, when I get a rather upset phone call from Lyndon -- apparently Aso called Tina sometime this afternoon, said he was in Copenhagen and was coming back to Stockholm, and they were going to get married and start having babies. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. Just peachy.

So I called Tina to find out what was up. She confirmed the phone call, saying that she had the house deadbolted and all windows locked shut, so I'll need to use all three keys when I get home tonight. She was harrassed by these sleazebag of an ex-boss when she worked as a waitress in Worksop, so she's understandably spooked by this. I think it's basically Aso assuming as only a 21-year-old can do that once he gets back everything will be fine again, and needing a little face-to-face evidence that no, it won't.

Which probably means that I'll get to practice my Swedish and German in the next few days, playing duenna/bouncer while Tina tells him it's over (with Lyndon as backup if necessary. It's good to have a large, hard brother with a foul temper at times). I only hope he gets the message -- I really don't want Tina to feel frightened if she's home alone, I don't want to feel trapped in my own home, and I particularly don't want to bail my husband out of Swedish jail because he beat a Kurdish immigrant into a thin slick against the nearest concrete wall.

She's in the middle of finishing up her A-level courses, too -- he picked a hell of a time to come back. Anyone want to put up a cute, smart, somewhat kinky 19-year-old with her own laptop for a bit? *sigh*

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