My son repeatedly asked me if I'd told his dad about our dog dying. "Yes, I did.. I texted your dad as soon as I'd told y'all, all the kids."
After responding to an email on the business of copays, etc, to the former spouse, I sent a separate short note describing Tiggy's last months. During the marriage she was good naturedly called "his girlfriend" because of the loving affection he'd bestow on her.
I received a reply saying he didn't like talking to me, that he'd get whatever information he needed from the kids.. and that the email was pathetic.
Nothing new. I just have to remember it. Less is more and nothing is often the best.
