...and...so...a bit of journaling, just to get some stuff cleared out of my head - and to see if I'll get a better grip of what I'm thinking once I try to weave my thoughts and emotions together into a few sentences.
B took our S2 out of town with her again this past weekend - though this time she ignored repeated texts that I sent her asking for her to have S2 call me. Finally, yesterday I called and asked to speak with S2 - and, after trying to get his attention a bit, she said, "He's not interested right now." At that point I said, "I would appreciate it if when you travel with S2 if you would have him call me." To which she said that she had just turned on her cell phone for the first time at that moment - and that she hadn't received any emails from me asking for him to call me. She also said that I should have called her parents house if I wanted to talk with my S2...which is all just absurd to me...I have no desire to speak with her or her parents - which is why I texted her three times over the weekend to have S2 call me...and she did not do it...She genuinely seems to have no respect whatsoever for my role as his father - or for his connection to me as my son.
One of the reasons I won't call her parent's home is because I don't trust her parents - and don't want to get involved with a strange and tortured conversation with either of her parents.
I wonder if part of her spite had to do with the fact that her sister was visiting Southern CA this past weekend (instead of spending time with their family in Northern CA) - and she called to ask me if my S12 and I would like to meet up with her and her boyfriend at the beach. We did go - and had a wonderful time - and did not talk about B at all...which was interesting. B's sister seems to be one of the few people in her family that knows B's stories about me are untrue - and so B continues to hang up on her whenever they talk...very sad.
As for S12, I've been having a fantastic time with him this summer - so that's one of the few positives of not having much work come my way of late - I may be living in an Oliver-Twist mode in my head - but I tend to have a full, exciting life when with my children...which also makes me think of how much it's going to hit me when my S12 takes off on August 18. I'm planning on going out to visit him often - and know that he'll be with me on holidays and vacations - I just know that it's going to kill me for a few days after I drop him off at the airport that day.
But I'll find a way to keep moving forward...the Dude abides...
