Gee, maybe I'm starting to turn the corner. The third anniversary of the bomb came (Tuesday) and went with little impact. I barely remembered -- but then again I was out of town on business and that might be more the reason. Being so darn busy has kept me preoccupied with other things.
But its the weekend now, and I have a little time to reflect. I'm missing my S's tonight, again. They're with their mother this weekend -- when I called she was driving them out to OM's place. To see the new treehouse they built for the boys on his property. That's just a twisting of the knife in the back -- she's making good on her promise she made to our S's over three years ago, behind my very back, to give them a home out in the country ...with that @#*&( ! treehouse. (Always that treehouse. She is relentless in getting what she wants.)
(I know it's uncharitable of me, but would it be wrong of me to imagine if she were to slip and fall out of the tree when she attempts to climb it herself? ................................. J-K ...sorta'.)
No, I want my children to have the things they really want and need in life. I just know this is more her dream than theirs. I'm not fooled (anymore) by her.
I am expecting to take my S's the full day on Sunday, but xW is still trying to weedle some of it back. I'm not caving if that's what she's hoping for. On the other hand, my employer is actually expecting me to work from home on Sunday morning because of the project I'm on. (I'm asking myself who the H*ll schedules a major install on Father's Day?!?!) So I expect xW will bad-mouth me if I have to work the first few hours of my custody with S's. To top that off, S9 is parroting his mother now, saying we shouldn't have to go to Church or Sunday School on Sunday -- and that just going outdoors in the sunshine is "all the communing with God that is necessary".
And my having to work the first part of the morning just puts me in the predicament of looking contradictory.
Am I expecting too much? I don't think so. I just want a normal life, but this two-household conflict is insane. I keep wondering why so many people like myself have to find themselves dragged into this situation, a situation not really of their own making and certainly not one they bargained for. Yeah, I know the answer to that, but it still seems so darn senseless. We, as human beings, just can't seem to learn from the mistakes of the past, whether of those who've gone before us or of our own.
Ah, well, I must have too much time on my hands to again be pondering such things. So I'll leave these musings here for now.
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