I swear! Why do ex husbands have to be such a pain in the ass?
My ex and I generally get along. Not like best friends, but more like "I've seen you naked, I know shit about you that could possibly have you burned at the stake as a witch so you better not piss me off cause trust me, you WILL go down." kind of friends. I once saw a picture that said, My best friend is not allowed to stop being my best friend; the bitch knows too much. That's what my relationship is like with my ex. We both know way too much about the other so like it or not, we are always going to be in each other's life. In my case, after my kids are eighteen, I don't care if I never have his number in my phone again. Burn my ass at the stake if he tells my secrets. Hell by the time my kids are eighteen, all of my secrets will be scattered through my blog and books anyway...
Back to the matter at hand. I hate when I start rambling because I go all over the place and put my serious ADD on display. IT's like, one, two, goat, rabbit, ooh shiny! What was I saying?
Oh yeah! My ex husband has the power to push all of my buttons and make me feel like I;m walking barefoot in the land of broken glass, barbed wire, and tiny tiny, Lego's. Everytime we interact just about.
This afternoon, I asked him to call me because he's supposed to get the girls this weekend and I don't want him to forget nor do I want him to be rushing them like he was the week before last and they forget half of the stuff that they need. He texted me back that he was in a teacher conference. First off, I was kinda ticked because he tends to leave me out of my own son's life as far as calling me for conferences goes. My son leaves me out of his life for everything else and I have accepted that. But whatever. I told him to call me when he got out of the conference. No answer. Skip forward to tonight when I get home.
I just got off work and I feel like the walking dead on my feet. I love my job, but people really need to start cooking their own damn meals. And if they can't cook their own damn meals at least learn to not all call and put web orders in at the same time. The past two nights, the screen and phones have been blowing up. But whatever, It was just a tiring night at work. I get home and my kids are telling me about how they talked to Daddy (great!) and how he's going to go up to the school tomorrow and tell them that he think there are too many kids in Kayla's class and she needs a smaller class.
First of all, they're going to look at him like, "Excuse me?? Who the hell are you?" because I didn't put him down as a contact this year and if they have the cards from last year in the kids' files, it clearly says that if he shows up, they are to call me. He's not allowed to see them or take them from school without my permission. I did that a few years ago when he liked to swoop into town and pick them up without telling me and then when I was freaking out because my kids weren't on the bus, he'd show up and they'd be sticky and messy and high on sugar while holding ice cream cones. That shit used to piss me off. So I fixed it and who better to make sure that he stays at arms length than a school system that employs a CMPD officer to keep the kids safe? But what I needed was for himk to call me. Because I needed to talk to him.
I admit it, I kinda lost it. I sent him a really mean text. But I prefaced it with, "What part of "I need you to call me" is spanish to you???" THEN I launched into the really abusive petty text that was so long, my phone turned it into a picture message. He responded that he would call me in the AM I told him after nine and then I realized, he's only responding because he didn't get the really long one. So I warned him. I just said "FYI you're about to get a really mean text from me." he responded "lol, K."
He knows my buttons and he knows he pushed one of them by not calling me back today because he knows that I don't call him to shoot the shit. I don't want to talk to him to ask him about his day, I don't care if he had a good one. I don't give a general shit if he did everything he wanted to do today. When I call him, I need to talk to him about the kids. I like the conversations to be short and to the point and I don't want to gossip. So yeah, he knew that if I warned him he was about to get a really long really mean text from me, it means he pushed the wrong buttons and I reacted in true Hiroshima style.
That being said, I should probably get to bed. He's going to forget to call in the morning and I;m going to have to call him and try to control my anger.
When I finally do get an actual boyfriend, he will have to be a really understanding person. After talking to Randy, I usually need to go decompress for a little bit. There's two choices. Make me forget or let me decompress.
That just put a really bad thought in my head. I;m going to go to bed now.
Oh yeah!! I got my hoodie today from work!! Yay!! Love it already.
Okay, I'm going to bed. I mean it. I promise. Stay Frosty!
