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Graduation

Its just a few days away…Graduation.

A has been living with his father for the last few months. I wouldn’t let him have a hamster.

Honestly, I’m really ok with that. He’s working a lot of hours, finishing up high school, he still shows up for dinner if we invite him and still picks his brother up for a ride to school most mornings. He’s become the manager at the place he works now. He just got a raise. They’ve promised him 40 hours a week as soon as he graduates. These people are people A have known for years. They are another baseball family. Its been a good ‘in’ for him.

asshat and gf have decided to take a trip to Texas to visit gf’s sister. According to A, gf’s mother is “rich” and is paying for asshat and A’s ticket to go along. The issue is that A was selected to play in Shiner’s charity football game, and the training camp starts on a Sunday, and A wont be back from Texas until Monday. His plan is to drive back from “whatever airport we’re using” and go directly to the training camp. Nice how his father really takes A’s commitments so seriously, isn’t it?

A, of course, thinks this will be totally fine to show up a day and a half late to a week long training camp. Sure. Why not? My dad seems to think that its not that important, so why should I?

Its out of my hands – A will be 18 by the time this trip comes, so I don’t expect any email about any part of it to let me know.

Meanwhile, no one has heard anything from asshat regarding D wanting to visit. So, I guess that makes it all pretty clear. D hasn’t asked again, so does this mean we spend the next three years with our fingers crossed that their paths won’t cross? D won’t be attending A’s graduation. For his birthday present, D will be taking the lifeguard certification class the next two weekends at the Y. I’m not going to lie, this was a big relief. I can’t imagine how it would play out with D seeing his dad and the gf at graduation. I don’t think gf knows that D tried to get together with his dad. Would D want to say hello? Would asshat just ignore him? Would asshat act like he didn’t reject his own son being part of his life? I want to protect him from his father who just keeps making him feel like a worthless piece of shit and my only solution is to keep them apart…at least until he’s 18. Writing it out like that, it doesn’t seem particularly rational. But I guess I don’t know what else to do.

For me, I’m not looking forward to seeing asshat’s big fat face and his dumb, over dressed gf at MY SON’S graduation…but I can’t do much about it. He seems to think he has an equal stake in the person our child has become – when the reality is,  I did all the work. I’m the one who wrote a blank check for the lost sociology book this morning. I’m the one who threw him a graduation party last weekend. I’m the one who financed a car for him. I’m the address A writes on every thing. I’m the parent to contact for anything. I’m the one who would call the school for the missing back packs, the lost cell phones, the picking up after detentions. I’m the one proof reading his business plan for the food truck he wants to start. I’m the one he tells ALL about it, every time I see him. But sure, you should totally come to graduation for a child you contributed nothing but bitterness and bullshit to. It is a big audience for you to parade around in front of, acting like you belong there.

But. In the end, A is very excited about graduation. People are giving him money. He has marching practice this week. They get their caps and gowns today. He bought new dress shoes (with my money). He’s the reason husband and I will go and smile, clap and cry at the video montage of the baby pictures and senior pictures. I’ll get some pictures of him marching in, getting his diploma, and we’ll make our escape once it’s over.

Who knows, maybe asshat won’t even show up after all!

Working jointly? As if.

Things at home have been stressed. 

D has asked to see his dad on Sunday, but wishes to be brought home after dinner. X has agreed. My husband is terrified of losing D to this monster. He doesn’t want him to go. He has talked about adopting him. Its not realistic, but I understand why he’s saying it. We don’t want D to be made to feel badly about himself. We don’t want D to feel like he has to choose which parent he loves more. We just want him to be OK. Its unlikely that will happen, because, we know how crazy his dad is. All we can do is be his constant. We love and accept him just how he is. If he doesn’t want to see dad, then he doesn’t have to. But, if he does, then we need to let that happen too. 

A is due home today. A strongly worded letter was sent to X telling him to not allow A to contact me for more time, as it creates unnecessary conflict between A and I. 

Meanwhile, I attempted to make counseling appointments for the boys. My attempts have been thwarted by X.  

His email on Monday to my lawyer said that he had no issue with me transporting D. He didn’t want me making the appointments however, because in the past I’ve abruptly stopped taking him to his appointments.He wanted me to agree to taking him 1-2 times week (maybe he didn’t really get his law degree, maybe he’s actually a psychologist?). Also, he said I shouldn’t be allowed to sit in sessions with D. He doesn’t want me, you know, trying to convince the psychologist of all of the issues I think D has, but refuse to tell X about. Hmmm, I wonder where he would get that idea? 

He did agree to schedule appointments for A, and would be responsible for his transportation.

But then, then next day, we’re not sure what happened, but my best guess is that he told A that he was going to be starting counseling. Likely, A revolted. Probably A said No.

These were his words to my lawyer, “I cannot agree to allow her to do whatever she wants with the scheduling and it will most likely be best for both children if I take more of an active role anyway.  I am more than happy to work out an arrangement where she and I will be jointly responsible for establishing a regular schedule with the counselor that meets the needs of the children, whomever that may be, and sharing in the transportation of both children to and from those sessions.”

Uh, no.  I was willing to make the appointments for, and to take D because, well, YOU HAVEN’T SPOKEN TO HIM SINCE JANUARY! Plus, I want D to understand his own worth isn’t based how his shitty father treats him. I will take him because D trusts me. He knows I wouldn’t take him to a provider I didn’t trust. He doesn’t feel this way about his father.

 

A on the other hand, won’t go. I had to bribe him to go before. He refuses now. This is why I told X that he can do it. He can make A go…or try anyway. Supposedly, this was important to him, so, he can be a parent for once. Give it a try. He’ll get to see what it’s like to try to make A do something he doesn’t want to do. He can’t be a parent and a peer, so, he’ll throw it back onto me. I can be the parent. The bad guy. He can be the buddy, feeling bad for A that mom is making him do such stupid things. Just like always.

And….he wants to work jointly with me? How is that going to work? Should I just do what you say? Because that’s how its been since I’ve known you. As long as you get what you want we’re all ‘compromising’. Does he think saying it to my lawyer will some how confuse everyone into believing that he’s been the victim of MY crazy all this time? 

Three years of refusal to work with me. Three years of SAYING he was working with me. Three years of SAYING I wasn’t working with him. Three years of twisted bullshit logic about what ‘working with’ someone means.
In his emails to my lawyer he keeps saying he wants a speedy resolution to this matter…but its HIM who is dragging his feet. He’s had 2 FULL months to schedule these appointments himself. He has had a week and a half of disagreeing on my choice of provider and not once offered up another name. 

Its going to be a bitter pill to swallow when people realize that your actions speak louder than your words, and he doesn’t get what he wants. At least I hope so anyway. 

3 hours

In about 3 hours from now I’ll be in court. With my X. I haven’t seen him since Dec. 2011 when he drove by me in an attempt to not have to be in the same parking lot as me in order to pick up our kids. Every exchange since then has been email, one phone call where he called me names, and text messages from the kids with “dad says….” 

I am really nervous. I know there is no real reason to be. But I am.

I think his seething hatred towards me is why the idea of seeing him makes me so uncomfortable. Its like he can’t control it. Or, worse yet, he can…and just chooses to be that way when he thinks no one will find out. 

I can use all the positive and calm thoughts you all can spare this afternoon. I’ll update how it goes as soon as I can! 

 

Just Ignore Them

I’m having some trouble reconciling this email from yesterday. My initial thought was that I would not respond. This is typical shit. Manipulation. Bullying. Words that don’t mean anything. What do I tell the kids when someone tries to bully them? “Just ignore them.”

But at what point do I fight back? Ever?
I want to tell him his emails makes no sense. That he’s a pathetic bully who is trying to scare me into backing down from court because he’s a coward. 
I want him to know that I know this is what is happening. I want him to know that its not working.

But what would be the point? I know better than to think he’d ever have even a moment of self awareness. He won’t understand any of the things I have to say. He is unable to process any of it. The words would just bounce off of his eyes and back onto the screen, poking the part of his brain that holds all the spite and bitterness…making it 100 times worse. 

I guess the best thing to do would be to just file court papers and wait for a court date. But I do wish I could tell him how stupid and sad he is – and have him understand it. 

Somebody I used to know

I’m a sucker for Hoarders on A&E. These people have lived through some messed up crap, and they have a house full of poop, trash, and dead animals to prove it. I’m sure you’ve all seen it, they get assistance to work through their crap and people to help them clean up their house. Family members scream at each other and blame each other, then after 60 minutes the two stories wrap up nicely with either the person feeling better and like they can tackle the world, or mad all their stuff is gone, doomed to repeat the same pattern.

Well, last night’s episode was no different. At one point the grown son was screaming at his father, “Its all your fault they took away my kids!” Then the Dr. lady said “I know you’re angry, and that is why I’m letting you vent. But nothing is going to be accomplished now by hollering. You need to stop.” Then she looked at the father and said “Anger comes from hurt. When we are hurt, we get angry. Your son is hurt.”

Ok well, I’d spent a better part of the day pissed off…so I thought about that…Blurgh.

The conclusion I’ve come to is that yes, I am hurt. Very much so. I was promised a family. I was promised a good life. I was promised love and support.  And now, my life, in regards to my ex is that Gotye song “Somebody that I used to know” 

I put 13 damn years into that life, that relationship, that man. I gave everything I had. I had his two children. I loved him when he didn’t deserve it. I tried to reason with him, I put my own ideas, thoughts, logic aside to try to be a good wife, the kind of  wife he wanted. I did things that no rational person would ever do, all because I would do anything to keep the family whole and happy. And in return, what did I get? Hate. Spite. Anger. Resentment. Lies. Irresponsibility. And yet, he thinks it was wrong of me to want to leave.  He wants everyone I know to think it was wrong of me to leave. He came to my office to tell everyone what a whore I was. He went to my brothers house to tell him all about how terrible I am. He told my aunt what a terrible parent I am when he saw her at a gas station. He told my children that I wanted a divorce, and he wanted no part of it. “Mom is breaking up this family, its not my fault.”

I have a better life now. One filled with love and respect and compassion…and for that, I am so very grateful. But, unfortunately, that doesn’t erase any of the shit that I had to deal with before. I gave and gave and gave and never got anything in return. After everything I put into that marriage and that life, all the sacrifices I’ve made – I’m just somebody that he used to know, nothing more. And yeah, that fucking hurts.

 

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