This morning? I'm not sure what you mean, other than the fact my S's were going with their mother out-of-state on an 800 mile trip.
I wrote that I have been trying to keep from thinking of W as the same woman I thought she once was. But this morning I've been given more than enough reason to want to get her out of my life -- she is so fallen.
For the last few weeks W has been mostly harmless and unoffensive -- I try not to think about what she does in her spare time. Last night she called to say goodnight to the boys, as usual. She asked if it was oaky to come to my apartment around 7:30 AM to bring our dog (for me to keep while they're out of town) and to pick up our sons before I headed into work. I told her that would be fine.
She asked if I had paid S3's tuition at his preschool already. I had, so she said I could deduct that from the child support (CS) payment. She can be so syrupy about bleeding me dry.
She then told me she was coming to the conclusion that for our house to sell we would need to paint over the murals in our S's bedrooms. She had said she had hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but she was preparing to have a painting contractor come in next week. To that end, she suggested I take my last photos of those murals I painted and to remove the last boxes of my belongings in storage under the eaves of the house. She said it so... matter-of-factly,... like it was nothing more than some unpleasant inconvenience for me or something.
And then later that night she sent an email that got downright snippy with me. She stated/demanded that I have my possessions out of the house by 9/28/2008 (Monday) or she would take matters into her own hands. She said that I have had a year to get this done, and now my time is up. This is the first time she's gotten overtly nasty with me in weeks now. The aire of entitlement she exhibits at times like this is so repulsive. She conveniently forgets that she is not the sole proprietor of our marital residence.
This morning she called at ten 'till 8:00 to say she's overslept and that she was still trying to get out the door. Then she called back again to tell me she that the parent-teacher meeting she said she was going to postpone -- because she was heading out of town today -- was still on. And oh, gee, she guessed, it it was too shot of notice for me to attend. I told her absolutely not -- I was going to be there. She then said it would only be a twenty minute IEP meeting with S7's teachers.
Then she called back a third time five minutes later to say she was still running even later and to go ahead and load up our S's in my car and be ready to leave when she got there.
By then I was PO'ed and ready to blow a gasket but held my wrath in the presence of my sons. I was fuming most of the wait for he to arrive, and we were nearly 15 minutes late to the IEP meeting.
And then I was an hour late to work. A nice cap to a wonderful morning. And the joy stayed with me for much of the day. I kept wondering whether the always so punctual W had been late because of her boyfriend, but I'm not supposed to dwell on such things.
And then I gave her the CS payment. It really hurts now to get paid yesterday only to find myself flat broke immediately afterwards and thus trying to figure out how I'm now going to pay for groceries and gasoline. Driving away from the school, for the first time I began to understand how some fathers become deadbeat dads. Don't get me wrong, I will starve myself before I ever deny my sons of their needs, but it is just that I am now, strangely for me, to the point where I might understand how a person can find themselves in that position. Despite stereotypes, it is not just the wife who suffers a significant blow to their finances and way of life following the breakup of a M.
It may be foolhardy but I must have faith in God that His providence will lead me through these difficulties.
Okay, rant over. I've been praying for the sake of my S's that they all make it safe and sound to Mississippi tonight.
By then I was PO'ed and ready to blow a gasket but held my wrath in the presence of my sons. I was fuming most of the wait for he to arrive, and we were nearly 15 minutes late to the IEP meeting.
