Yeah, we'll see what the lawyers come up with. But I can't do it your way @robx -- I can't do this to them -- put them in the middle of the adult sparring contest.
F*ck her, she's not worth it. Not if it's the kids who are picking up the tab. Let her have less custody; they'll know which side the bread is buttered on, especially when she starts announcing "isn't it exciting" that Mom's going from Here to There on one of her adventures - again.
And look -- no amount of SP-as-Bada** is going to change anything. She's got me by the short hairs, and she knows it -- let's face it, when your response to "don't you think we owe it to the kids to see about making things better?" is "my happiness is more important than theirs," you're just not going to be impressed by Man-Attitude.
She's got to walk her own path and is by all accounts thrilled with the prospect of doing so -- she's declared to others that though her goal is to sleep with 10 men ("a nice round number") before making any decisions about "getting serious", it's become complicated because she's "more than a little in love" with Signore il Secondo from October ("we had 1 day and 3 glorious nights" -- you can barf now).
Well more power to her. If she were unable to get to SiS because of the kids, she'd merely take it out on them, so what's the point of that?
The way I feel now, other than for the effect it would have on the children -- who were SO HAPPY to see her yesterday it was heartbreaking -- I don't think I'd give a fiddler's fart if I learned that she was dying or even dead.
It's sad, really. I mean, I'm sure I've done my part. Not only did I not "get on board" with the whole Super Ex Great Pal We're Bestest Buds plan from D-Day, I've been a real pr*ck from time-to-time -- as I wrote a few months back, confessions of a failed-DB'er -- but damnation an awful lot of this lies firmly at her feet.
I mean -- you come back from a 15-day whatever-you-call-it and announce you need less time with the children because it's "too difficult" to manage with work? Really? I mean, what the ever-lovin'-f*ck? Let's face it. What you mean is, "It's too difficult to manage my work when I have to travel to meet my True Love and Soulmate if I also have to have these pesky kids hanging around the rest of the time."
And here's one better -- a dollar will get you a donut that, when she tells the kids she'll be seeing them less, she'll frame it this way: Because I have to work so much to give your Dad money I won't be able to see you as often. That would be her M.O. these days.
I was thinking about how close I came to talking reconciliation back in September, when she "saw a glimmer of hope for us," and can't help but think that -- odd as it is -- I dodged a real bullet there.
Because this was going to happen again, and I'd be right back where I started. She's lost it; that's all there is to it. Her mind has taken a walk off the map.
