Now as many of you know, whenever STBX is frustrated with my "lack of flexibility" -- in other words, my unwillingness to ask, "how high?" whenever she says, "jump!" -- she runs to her lawyer to complain.
Monday, a STBX custody day, The Boy had a bug and couldn't go to school. Hearing nothing of his status for the entire day, I sent a brief text -- in accordance with our rules -- simply asking how he was. She replied that he was still struggling and she might need to drop him off at this house the next morning [today] if he was still unwell, because she couldn't be home from work 2 days in a row.
That was a problem -- I had a job interview today in Other Coast Coastal City and was planning on a 0500 departure from Coastal City Airport for a 1330 arrival (local) at Other Coast Coastal City Airport, a 1500 interview, and a 2200 (local) departure for home, so that I could be back on Wednesday, which is my custody day and when The Boy has a therapist session anyway.
When I told her of my flying plans, she immediately brought Teh Batsh*t Crazy -- why hadn't I told her this before?Um, boundaries? Personal business?Unacceptable! Unacceptable! (I practically heard the Conhead meps! meps! coming out.) If she'd known, she would have rescheduled her important Tuesday event! There I go again, being inflexible!
Now I had only learned of the opportunity to interview that very afternoon and booked an incredibly painful frequent flier trip, because the opportunity was so good. But we had mediation scheduled for next week, so why blow it up now? So I said I'd look into fixing it one way or the other, in that all-important spirit of flexibility which, apparently, means she goes off and misses important kid functions and scoffs at the suggestion of rearranging her busy personal life while I voluntarily forgo economic opportunities to care for a child.
But at this point, you see, she was in The Zone. She didn't understand a word! I was talking gibberish!
And then she started wigging out about Wednesday, though Wednesday was not even at issue, because by dam she has a 2 o'clock flight for (another) Big Weekend on Wednesday and she was dammed if I was going to mess that up with my inflexibility, and when I asked her to just read what I'd written -- that I was out-and-back on Tuesday and had said nothing about Wednesday so why was that even part of the discussion? -- she declared she would "let my lawyers deal with it!"
At which point I was not, as per the @Gypsy Doctrine, impeccable with my words -- and here we see the Infinite Wisdom of same -- when I suggested to her that perhaps she might go and perform an anatomically possible feat upon herself and therewith ended the interchange.
So, as per her usual, she went whining to her lawyer first thing this morning, who went complaining to my lawyer and making all kinds of threats, and then my lawyer....broke up with me.
Just not worth it. Too little at stake in the dissolution to have to deal with hearing from her lawyer on every trivial complaint.
So. Here I am. On my own -- literally -- against a lawyer with a lawyer; a lawyer whose friends are all lawyers; whose sibling is a lawyer; and whose BFF from law school is a divorce lawyer.
And all I wanted was a better-paying job. Ain't that a kick in the pants?
