Hmmmmmmmmm. It seems that someone "got" to her. Someone like her....lawyer (?). Boyfriend? The voices in her head?

By the end of the day I was just so dam downhearted about the whole thing and so full of hate, which I don't want to be, that I practiced what I preach to The Boy-Child. "Don't give me 'I don't know if I can,'" I tell him, "just Decide. Decide and Do. Just say to yourself, 'D and D.'" (Hopefully this mnemonic device won't result in his being a "Dungeonmaster" and living off of Mountain Dew and Cheetos in my basement when he's 33....)

So I Decided and Did.

I 180'd and abandoned all my desire to inflict pain and suffering and to visit a long, lingering, and lonely death-curse upon her with my Crossing Mojo Hand --

well, okay, not all of it blush

-- and instead sent a polite, carefully worded letter, called her by name, signed my name ("Cordially, SP" - I mean, let's not get carried away!), to discuss an issue related to our son's therapeutic needs. Specifically, that he won't be able to attend group sessions because of the work/babysit/etc. issue.

To which her reply is, "Oh, I can take him since I'm picking him up on Wednesdays."

WTF?????

"You incomparably disrespectful lying b*tch!"

So I wrote a polite, carefully worded letter pointing out that regrettably I must consult with counsel on this matter, as it is the first I have heard (at 1800) that this is her intention. Moreover, it complicates my life immensely, as this is twice that I have taken action on the basis of representations made by her and entered into contractual agreements, only to have her make new representations that undo the arrangements I had made. So I did not let her act "as if" she could just go pick up the kids.

Now why would that happen?

3 possibilities present themselves to me, and they are not necessarily mutually exclusive:

1) The lawyer-lady said, "WTF? They present you with a settlement proposal, you want to bargain over the terms to get a better deal, and then you pull this stunt?"

2) She's the World's Greatest Gaslighter, or

3) That she is, in fact, off her rocker. That she's high-functioning bipolar. That her mind has gone walkabout. Who knows? But I'm definitely leaving open the possibility that she is, in fact, a loon.