I had a great conversation with a client about her egomaniacal ex-husband yesterday. I’ll call him Donald.
witchypoo: “You have a daughter.”
client: “Yes. Donalda.”
witchypoo: (starting to lose it) “Don’t tell me. Your son’s name is Donald.”
witchypoo: “I can top that. I once had a boyfriend (Eric) who had sons named Tommy and Eric. After I kicked his sorry behind to the curb, he married a woman and had more children. The boy was Eric, and the girl was Erica. I can only imagine poor Tommy, introducing himself and his half-siblings (as in an old tv show, Newhart) ‘Hi. I’m Tommy.This is my brother Eric, and this is my other brother Eric. And this here is my sister Erica.’ .”
At this point, we were both helpless with laughter. She admitted that she was pretty embarrassed when he insisted on naming their daughter after him, in addition to the son. She was starting to get some perspective on the situation.
witchypoo: “Please ask in your divorce agreement that he not traumatize your children by naming any more offspring after himself.”
The reason it was a great conversation is that it totally underlined to her what a dillweed her ex really is, and how much better off she is to move on without him.