Let me take a moment just to exhale................................
Okadee dokadee!
First, Let me just say that Fig's cyber smooches are so enriching and appreciated, in fact they fulfill the USDA recommended daily allowance TWO-FOLD! (I think BH will agree if not expound on it's other requirements that it fulfills)
BH,
One thing that you don't want to lend me at the moment is an AXE! But thanks anyway, I have been grinding enough already, especially my teeth. I understand what you mean about the "Piecing" and the fear of bursting into flames. I feel at this moment that I will be relocating and keeping this thread for as long as it lasts for a "what could have been".

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Whapu-- ((big hugs)) I am floored that not only is no one offering you any kind of compassion or support, but to add to the insanity, they're all taking swings at your gut at every opportunity. I just can't fathom living that way. I know that's not really helpful...just want you to know that you are a worthwhile, unique, valuable man, and there are people here who care about and believe in you.

Aud,
That is helpful beyond belief! I am always told that I am being TOO sensitive, TOO paranoid and too etc... that it is nice to know that my gut still relays correct information from time to time. I appreciate your insight as well as FIGGY or (THUGGY), BH and Cat who peer in.

Sooo...The weekend happened and as far as I know I lived to tell about it. It was as ugly a situation as I could have imagined but here it goes...
I dropped off the kids at the grandparents house on Thursday evening for them to go to Seattle before me while I finish up all the state licensing requirements. An hour after I dropped them off I get a phone call from the M son that the little one wants to go home and is crying frantically. I talk to the little one and he is pleading to come home. I said that I have to get some important stuff done but will meet everyone in Seattle In a couple of days.
This doesn't suffice and he is pleading that I get him out of there. meanwhile in the distance, I can overhear his grandpa stating what a "baby" he is for not wanting to stay.
I told the little one to give the phone to grandpa and grandma.
He did and I told them I would pick him up because he just wasn't ready to be separated. She said give it a little awhile and I said that I would give it a 1/2 hour and if it wasn't better than I would pick him up.
A half hour later he is screaming that he wants to come home so I said that I would pick him up. Again, I hear voices in the background stating what a BABY he is for not staying. He is 3 years old and yes, that in my mind still constitutes a baby in a lot of regards!
SO I pick him up with pleading from my INLAWS to have him stay and I said that for now wouldn't be a good idea. We had a good movie night for the remainder of the evening except that MOMMA called several times over stating that I should tell her parents how that is unacceptable to tell a 3 year old that. I said that they were entitled to their own opinion and they were her parents so that would be her call. She said I was closer to home and I said PRECISELY! I had already taken care of it. Whatever.
So I clean the house and take the little one up to Seattle. Meanwhile I am getting calls every 10 minutes from my W and the father in law wondering where I am. I then get a call from my W that her plane from Iowa has been canceled because of Tornadoes and she doesn't know where her luggage is and she doesn't think she will make it to Seattle. I told her to first find her luggage and then reschedule a flight. She states that I am not listening..I just said that "I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. I was trying to let you know it isn't an end all situation. It will all be easy taken care of."
This was all while I was driving to Seattle. She did call to give different arrangements and the plane was only going to be 2 hours later.
I get to the hotel room in Seattle and find that the room is utterly trashed! There is wet swim trunks and towels on the beds, candy wrappers, dirty clothes all over the floor and remnants of Room Service charged to the room. At first I thought I opened the wrong room until I recognized the swim trunks of the "m" son. The double beds are thoroughly wet and strewn. I call the INLAWS and they said that the oldest 16 and the M 12 had a room together for the night. I was p!ssed!
I told them that I was under the understanding that they would be in their room. She said that they didn't want to and an extra room opened up so they got it.
I told her what had been done and she said that she was sorry. I explained that it was not a good idea to get a room for teenagers but also explained that it wasn't good on our kids part as well. Especially after TEARING into the boys about the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign being left on the door preventing the room from being cleaned. My oldest sons response was "IT was there when we got there." and the M son's response was "I gave the maid the dirty towel I had just used." I asked what about the 7 other wet dirty towels and he said it didn't matter.
I WAS LIVID!!!! I explained that his mom was coming in after 7 days being out of state and then coming to a hotel room and smelling and looking like a locker room was unacceptable;e, he stated "I wanted my own room, oh well."
I was beyond angry! And the way he stated it was like "What are you going to do about it?"
I had to pick up my wife in a half hour so I said more would be coming as far as what I had to say.
I picked up my W and told her so there wouldn't be too much of a surprise and she was livid, unrelenting.
We got to the hotel room and all she did was b!tch about the flight, not wanting to go to this wedding and how rude it was that the room was TOO SMALL and GHETTO.
I brought up that it would have not been so bad without the wet and soiled underwear, swim trunks and towels and candy wrappers everywhere. She told the M son how angry she was and he said "That's why I need my own room and why do we care.?" I was ENRAGED!!!!!
I stated how that we were paying for this room and that his mom had been away for 7 days and it isn't nice to come to a dirty hotel room of all places.
He shrugged his head and said that it didn't matter. My W just continued to b!tch about being there and then I thought to myself why in the hell was I there? I just wanted the kids to get out of town and this is what I get?
Then my W looks through all the clothes that were packed for the kids. She had told me to pack the little ones outfit that is all matching and so I did but what she really wanted was his dark blue polo shirt. It all unraveled from there. No one's clothes were right and she didn't want to go. No one brought the right shoes and the internet connection didn't work for her computer. She said that she has to set everyone's clothes out to be right and SHE HAS TO DO EVERYTHING. She demanded that I get the "M" new shoes as well as the little one (the shoes just weren't quite right) She was straightening the (m) son's hair and bitching that she couldn't get ready herself when I said "YOU know he is nearly 13 years old, he should be able to dress himself by now"
She lit up how I don't do this and don't do that and she doesn't even want to go to this wedding...."
I looked at her and said "I have programmed the site of the wedding on the GPS and have paid for the hotel room until tomorrow. I start my job tomorrow and really I am not going to a persons wedding that I don't even know. Since you seem to have a better handle on what everyone should look like then I will drive home."
She was still b!tching about the outfits of the boys and I just SCREAMED outta there.
There was a lot more but as always will constrict due to length.
As far as I am concerned, I will keep this thread here till it no longer breathes and then will be packing up the CYBER UHAUL to SURVIVING.
I See no resolutions when I am supposedly the only one accountable for errors. I have little self esteem as it is, and feel that being alone and bankrupt might be better than miserable with money.
I know there are many people in my living space waiting in line to hate on me and I say bring them on. The only thing at this moment that will keep me carrying on,is the sound of my own breath.....peace