Had a blowout yesterday with stbx about S8 and Sunday's Dad/Son basketball game. I have been working since Wednesday night and will be working into Saturday night. I won't get home from work until Sunday morning at 9:30 AM. The event doesn't start until 2:00 PM, so I would at least be able to get maybe 3 hours of sleep. I told stbx I want to do it for S8, but that It wouldn't be easy playing a basketball game after 3 hours of sleep. I wanted to drop him off after the event so that I could go back home and get a few more hours of sleep.
You think it wouldn't be a problem and she would understand, but she blew up at me going off on some wild tangent about my social life and how that is more important then being with my S8. She was mad because I wouldn't take him after the event to do something else with him. I told her I would be to tired to stay awake and that just attending the event and participating would be about all I could muster on such little sleep.
It got really nasty. She's always so angry and cranky anymore. I try to avoid her like the plague. She tries to drag me down and hates to see me in a good mood.
She doesn't criticize me as much for being a bad husband since we've been separated for 2 and a half years, but now she uses every excuse she can find to criticize me as a Father. I've totally had it with her. I've got to learn to do a better job of not biting on her bait she throws out there to drag me into her misery. Seems she loves to push my hot buttons and I hate loosing my control over it. She's the only one who has this ability. I can maintain under any other circumstance. I hate myself for letting her affect my mood like this.
"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare." -Mark Twain
