Pet the sweaty things...
I always hear people say that and I get it but I don't. I care but I don't.
You know, I used to pride myself that for awhile, I had the kind of relationship with my ex-husband that many divorced people wished they had. We talked, we hashed out problems with little to know ripples, we so parented with a finesse that made supernanny look like a novice.
But ever since he's moved here, I find that all I want to do is rip his head off and shove it up his ass. On a daily basis. Well maybe not a daily basis but at the very least on a weekly basis.
I mean, I don't pretend that I am a mild mannered person. I couldn't pull off that lie if you paid me a million dollars and got me high on Godiva chocolates. At best most days I pull off civilized with a very convincing flair. But he pushes buttons in me that only someone that I lived with for so long can push and I wish to everything holy that I could reprogram those buttons so that he can't find the combination that makes me go off like Mt. St. Helens.
This weekend we had a plan. He kept both of the girl Friday night because he wanted to have a B-day party for Kay. That was fine but Saturday he was supposed to drop Kay off at my moms and keep Liv. It was part two of Kay's birthday celebration with my mom. She bought her her favorite Microwave pizza and a small Ben and Jerry's ice cream and they were going to stay up and have a girls night.
About ten last night, my son Facebook messages me and I asked him if Kay was still there and he said yes. The answer I was expecting was no, she left awhile ago. But no she was there. So I called my ex and asked him why she was still at his house when he was supposed to have dropped her off hours before. His answer was that when he got to the house to pick her up, she was still in her pajamas and hadn't washed up. So he left her there and went back to work. But here's the thing, he fixes ATM's on site so when he went to work it was over an hour or two away. Now most people would have just put her pajama clad behind in the car and taken her over to her grandmother's house because it was a promised thing. But no, not him. Didn't think like that.
There's not to say that there's not fault to Kay in this. Although I'm not sure that he even told her what time he would be back for her, hence why she was still in her pjs... When I have to pick Kay up at a certain time I say that I need her dressed by a certain time and when I get there, she is dressed. We have no problems. I don't know what if anything he told her but I know she wasn't dressed.
Why does this annoy me so much? Because my mother went out of her way to get stuff that Kay likes so that she would have a good time and he called her at seven to tell her that it would be eleven before he got to her. Kay goes to bed on the weekends at eleven. So she would have had no free time at Mom's because it would have been time for bed as soon as she got there. He knows this.
Another thing that annoys me is that he has no respect for bedtimes in general. When he returns them on Sunday night's it's always after nine pm. Nine and nine thirty are their bedtimes Sunday through Thursday. This is not a secret. I say it every week. We've been doing it so long that the girls actually get tired around these times. But he repeatedly drops them off around ten.
IT makes me want to scream. I swear I am reaching my end.
He also, and this is perhaps the most heinous of the things he does just to annoy me, brings her to my house. The girlfriend. She still has whatever he beef is with me leftover from when I blasted her on Facebook about not giving a crap about the other children in the household and not even stopping to see if they look okay before dragging them out of the house. She acts like I'm loosing sleep over her not liking me and I need her to understand it's not my place in the world to like her. I could probably give a half a rat's ass if she doesn't like me, really. I just want for my girls to be cared for when they are in her care and since they only go over there on the weekends and he works on the weekends, those weekends when she isn't at work, she's caring for my kids. But since she has this thing, I have requested a few times that he not bring her to my house. Not even to sit in the driveway. I have the right to request that. Yet he continually acts like if he just happens to have her in the car, I'm going to be okay with it.
I can't wait until we go to court for this whole custody thing. I need to go to court.
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