There is the rational part of my brain that continues to function at times that tells me the boys just miss and love their Dad. I can't be angry at them for that. Just hurts, but I need to deal with it. Annoys me that he checks out of their life for pratically a year--going on 6 day business trips, working 80 hour weeks, being cranky at home, but, bam, he decides that he know wants to bond with them and they are all over him. Natural, of course, but just sucks. Life isn't fair, and if I keep waiting for fairness I will be old and bitter.
H will have them a lot, almost more than me, every other weekend, Wed nights and he also wants them Fridays that he doesn't have them for the weekends. Plus there are boyscout functions for what is scheduled to be "my weekend" so he'll have them then. I'm just letting it go for the next two months and then re-evaluate this agreement.
He started moving his things last night, he moves into the new place today.
