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And the bullshit continues…

So, on Thursday night around 8pm, A facebook messaged me and asked if Dad had emailed me yet. I said, no, but if he did, I’d let A know. A said he wanted to go see dad this weekend.

When I looked at A’s other FB messages, this was between him and dad:
Thursday

Dad
5:43pm
You still coming?

A
5:49pm
Yes

Dad
5:58pm
And mike? I am thinking about 6:30ish.

A
5:59pm
No mike I don’t think, and either 210 or Luke 9 would be better

Dad
6:02pm
Can’t do either – will be studying until 5 and don’t want to be out that late bud. 6:30 or 7 is the best I can do. Why no Mike?

A
6:03pm
Idek, but yeah, the later the better, ill be at the school
Email mom

A
6:53pm
Remember to email her

Dad
7:14pm
Just puked in my mouth a bit… tell me you mentioned going with me already

A
7:16pm
No, she bitched at me last time, as long as you email her she will be fine
I just asked her and she said she wants an email from you

So, see that there? Thursday night from 5:45pm until 7:15pm A told Dad to make sure he emailed me 3 times.
Then, he asked Dad again at 7:15am on Friday “did you email mom?”

From: X
To: Me
Sent: Friday, January 4, 2013 7:44 AM
Subject: A
Friday at 6:30/7 until Sunday at 5

My response:

X,
It is fine with me if you have time with A this weekend. You can pick him up at the basketball game, as that is where he’ll be this evening. You’ll drop him off at 5pm on Sunday, at the end of the road?
I understand you don’t like me, but frankly, that is neither here nor there.
Its not good for A to be waiting outside in the cold for me to come get him, simply because you “don’t like me.”
I will be waiting at the end of the road for him to be dropped off at 5pm on Sunday
Also, in the future, I would appreciate more than 10 hours of notice that you’d like to spend time with the kids. It makes planning more difficult than it needs to be.
Thanks,
Stacey

As usual, I get no response from him about this.

Sunday at 3:43pm A calls me and says he wants to go out to dinner with dad and watch the football game at a local restaurant. I said “I just need an email from your dad about when he’ll be bringing you home.”

A texted me right after and said “nevermind, his email has a virus so he can’t. I’ll be home at 5”
I replied “He could call, or text me or use his school address.”
A answered “His school address got cancelled when he graduated.”

At 5pm I went to the bottom of our road to wait for A to be dropped off. At 5:30 I texted A and asked “where are you?”
His answer was “Ground round. Dad texted you.”
I answered “Ive been checking my messages since I talked to you last and I got nothing.”
A said “He texted you before we left waterville. I saw him do it. he asked me for your number.”

I didn’t reply to A. Instead I called Dad. No answer. I texted Dad. “I didn’t receive anything from you. When are you bringing A home?” I went home. I emailed Dad.

X,
I didn’t hear from you this evening, when I called you did not answer and when I texted you I got no response.
I need to know what time you will be bringing A home tonight.
Thanks,
Stacey

35 minutes later I get a text from him. “8”

Right, so his text messaging capabilities are working just fine I see. Which tells me, he never sent the first message. He wanted me to go wait for A at the end of the road. He wanted to have the ability to inconvenience me, despite all my efforts to the contrary.

At 7:17pm A texted me and said they were leaving the restaurant. At 7:38 he called me and said he was waiting at the end of the road for me. I went down to get him. We drove home talking about football, and RG3. We got home and I made him a bowl of peach cobbler with extra whipped cream. He gave me is bbq chicken tender leftovers. He showed me the clothes dad had gotten him, he rolled his eyes at the batman shirt, and we laughed a little. He said “right because I guess I’m into batman?” He talked about how dad had no internet or cable at his house. How the puppy poops on the floor and how dad isn’t happy its going to be a small dog.

I went to bed feeling ok. I need to draw a line of some sort with X, but with court looming, I want THEM to do it for me. I’m not entirely sure how to proceed here.

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