Sometimes I get sick of me.
The same old story: DD, kids with special needs, snotty town – it becomes tedious, even for me. My shit really does stink.
So I took a break.
Hi. I’m back. The fertilizer continues to propagate.
I saw the Mary Tyler Moore Statue. I love friends who know that I know that we are so glad we found each other. I am grateful and though the dance continues with a sickness that I try not to think about, I think overall life isn’t so bad. Puppies, though piddling, make hearts grow.
Last week I got a call from son#3’s therapist – “I have blah blah blah open please call me back to confirm one of those dates.”
All of the dates are the week that ex husband has son#3 with him. I text ex husband Son#3 has therapist on blah blah, can I pick him up and take him? no response for a week.
I get a call from the therapist, “I spoke with your ex husband and he is going to bring son#3 on Thursday at 6. We decided that every other session would be with the other parent. I hope that is okay with you.” Of course this is okay! I want his father involved. I don’t want this to be about me. She sounded nervous. I hate to be paranoid – but I am sure that she is beginning to fall under the DD spell and start to doubt how anything could be wrong with this man. I trust my supervisor, though and she highly recommended Ms. Peach. I can only stay calm and focused.
I had to text DD, though:
you could have discussed with me the scheduling of son#3 with Ms. Peach. I asked you last week about him and you ignored my text. You don’t have to play games. I know you need to, but I am doing this for son#3 because he asked – not for me or you.
I’m not playing games, Ms. Peach insisted that she talk to u.
She told you to ignore my text?
No. She didn’t have the 8/14 @ 2 appt in her book. I didn’t respond to ur txt b/c I knew I would be discussing all of this with her. I’m sorry if my waiting to respond to u left u feeling slighted in some way.
Thanks. she didn’t have it in her book because I was waiting on you to respond to my text. i thought we could talk to each other instead of through Ms. Peach. If you prefer we can continue to go through her.
No response for a day. Then this little gem:
I have to leave the house at 7:30 2mrw. Would u like me to bring the boys over then or would it b easier for u if I brought them over 2nite? I’m thinking 9pm. I’d like to do what’s best 4 u. Tx.
Amazing! Suddenly he is thinking of me, how incredibly sweet. It isn’t because he can’t get the boys up in the morning without a battle? Is this the same man who just lectured his sitter for coming by my house with son#4 to get money I owed her? Is this the man who said it isn’t appropriate for son#4 to come to my house when it isn’t part of the schedule? Is this the man who has continuously ignored my texts as part of his games?
I forgot. Last Friday I received a tearful call from son#4: “Daddy left me home with big brother. I don’t want to be home with him.” I text DD and tell him that son#4 is very upset and it is inappropriate for them to be left alone. DD calls me (can’t answer a text message) He is extremely concerned that CPS will be called. I told him not to worry. I have given up. I won’t be calling them any more. I no longer have the fight in me. I tell him that it is sad that I get phone calls like this. DD has been told by so many people to stop leaving the boys alone. As always, he is above the rules that most people view as logical and safe.
Last Sunday son#2 and son#4 told me that they were going to camp for a week this coming Sunday. DD got on the phone and told me he had signed them up (without discussing it with me). He also informed me that he was going to be away and that I would have to take them to camp. It would never occur to him that perhaps I might have had plans with the boys. I recall two weeks ago when son #3 was going to camp for two weeks. I offered to DD to take him since they hadn’t seen each other for a week and he would then be away for another 2 weeks. I try, seriously to be thoughtful and travel on that high road.
I have a nasty taste in my mouth. It is the taste of defeat. It is the taste of playing games. I was free tonight. I could have taken the boys, but I thought of all the times I’ve bowed to him. I told him I had plans and I am up early anyways. I reminded him to bring the camp gear. Son#2 calls me in tears, “Daddy says you aren’t taking us tonight because you have plans. Don’t you want us to come over?” I lose again. It seems as if he manages to make me the bad guy with minimal effort. I’ve dropped to the low road. It stinks down here.