I don't know how much more I can take of this. Right now I am still trying to come down from a very ugly scene with my W.
The weekend was wonderful. I had my two S's and we went to Monster Jam last night. We've never been -- and I never in my life thought I'd ever be taking my kids to this kind of event -- but here we went, and we had a blast. The boys were enthralled.
The rest of the weekend was great, had a lot of quality one-on-one (and one-on-two) time with each of them. We got to play together, and talk, and watch a movie on VOD, and read (lots of) stories. We went to church too and had our own bible story together. All in all a great father-son weekend.
But then as soon as I walked in the door of our house to drop off our S's, just as I was about to show W the photos I took of our S's at the monster truck show, she pointed to a stack of computer equipment she had dragged into our kitchen, and demanded that I remove all my electronics from our house -- right then and there, tonight.
This was all the computer and server equipment I had set up in our bonus room, which I used regularly for my work and as a "lab" for networking and testing -- that is, until the MIL moved in and took it over.
I tried to tell W that I was not prepared to be moving all that equipment tonight, and that it needed to wait. W responded that her aunt was coming over tomorrow to spend an entire week before she flies out to visit other family. W insisted that all my "useless" computer and electronic "graveyard" needed to be taken away to make room for her aunt -- and if I wasn't able to take these away immediately, she was going to throw it all away, tossing it to the curb.
I got pretty steamed at that point. I said a number of words in anger and she kept pushing my buttons and trying to back me into a corner. She said that we need to get rid of my "junk" anyway in order to be able to sell the house when we D. I told her she could start with her own "junk" first. And I also said it made no sense to force this issue tonight. W insists she's given me six months to take care of this. She said she has told me numerous times I could have come over any weekend and work on getting my stuff out <Hah! not whenever MIL was there, I wouldn't/couldn't.>
I told her that if I was no longer going to be able to keep my belongings in my house, -- especially when my 2-bedroom apartment just doesn't have the room, then I was ready for her and her mother to leave. It's time to sell the house -- now.
(That was about the point that MIL came in the door. Cruella herself.)
W kept saying fine, she had wanted to move out originally. I said okay, start looking. W replied she already had. I then asked her where and then asked her was it a particular address (the address of OM). W pleaded ignorance.
I told W that I would start calling some real estate agents to get the house on the market. But then she backpedaled a bit and said we have to fix it up first before we try to sell it.
There were a lot more angry words said between us -- all the while I am trying to figure out how to get 4 computer systems and 3 monitors loaded in my car, along with networking equipment and cables. S7 asked why we were arguing, and W tried to say to our S's that this was the reason she and I had to be separated, because of Daddy's anger. I told S7 that it was because his mother thought more about herself than her family. W bristled at that -- and told me not to put our son in the middle of this -- to which I objected to her hypocrisy and the double standard she just demonstrated.
The part that hurt me the most was that she started this argument in front of our two S's, and then blamed me for their being around to hear it. Our S's seemed to feel so sorry for the two of us. And both of them, S7 and S3, were trying to help me carry out what they could to my car -- they so wanted to be helpful. I looked at S3 as he was passing by, smiling and carrying a 3' length of network cable. It was really nothing as a load for him -- still I thanked him so much for being a big help. He was so proud.
I started silently weeping as I continued back upstairs for another load.
W threatened that she was now going to have to hire a L, since I was supposedly being "unreasonable", and mediation was not going to work. I told her that was up to her whether mediation was going to work or not.
After a while I finished cramming my car full of my stuff -- and then went and hugged my two boys goodbye. I then offered a brief apology to W for losing my temper, and then left.
My sitch just sucks. And I can't DB myself out of a paper bag.
