It takes so little time for the rollercoaster to head downhill again.
W is being an absolute dumbass about things now. After a perfectly wonderful weekend with N (according to both N and W), yesterday somehow things fell apart between the two of them. At one point as he was going on about how N treats him I asked, “Well, who is the adult in the situation?” To which W answered, “I’m not sure there is one.” Ah, a bit of truth ekes out occasionally.
Plus W was in a car accident yesterday, again, and yes it was his fault, again. Of course, according to him it was my fault even though I wasn’t in or near either vehicle when the accident happened. If it weren’t for me though he wouldn’t have been in that place at that time, wouldn’t have turned left in front of oncoming traffic and wouldn’t have been hit. Oh yeah, I see it now. It’s clearly my fault. Silly me. I’m surprised the police didn’t ticket me in absentia.
Topping things off, although I’ve been asking for a couple of weeks for W to work out plans with me for N’s spring break week it suddenly became W’s top priority today. . . over the phone. . . while I’m at work. It couldn’t possibly wait until later this evening. No, this needed to be dealt with right now, this minute. No matter what my suggestion was, it didn’t make W happy. Eventually we kind of agreed to a plan, but even now we don’t have it all figured out. Enough though that I guess he’s satisfied for now. When I told him I planned to take a couple of days off and take N to see my parents during spring break, he asked if I wanted him to go with us. Um, that would be a no. I was surprised he even had to ask.
Into every life a little rain must fall, and apparently into every divorce a dumbass must develop.
I’m sure I’ve done my share of being a dumbass lately too. I just wouldn’t want to admit to it. However, if I really get honest then yes, I’ve gotten fairly petty at times about things. Better to take the high road, but sometimes the low road is just too tempting. Sometimes it just feels good momentarily to stick it to W even when I realize that it isn’t the best thing to do. Most of the time I do try to cooperate and work with him to make the best of this situation, but there are times when I can’t resist the subtle dig, the well-timed verbal barb hurled his way. I am my father’s daughter after all, and Dad is the best at the well placed hurtful comment. Find their weak spot and go in for the kill, that’s our family motto.
Moral of the story:
Life without W (like last weekend) is very good. Life with W is very bad. Choose the good life over the bad one.
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For me, some things always seem to go perfectly. Right up until someone around me actually does something different than I thought they would. If only people could behave the way I picture they would, then my little world would be a sweet (and probably boring) place to live.
Remember that when comes time to choose! ;-)
SM - Frustrating isn't it that others won't follow the plans in our heads, huh? You are right though, it would probably be a boring life if they did.
SP - You bet I am!
It will be so much easier, for all three of you, when he moves out and you have a parenting time (the P.C. term for visitation) schedule in place. :-(
Your dad sounds like my mother. Except when we call my mother on it, she claims that she had no idea that her comment could possibly cause any one any pain or grief and now she is the injured party because we are attacking her. Sigh
Bunny - Hey, a new P.C. term I hadn't run across before, Parenting Time Schedule. Yes we will definitely benefit from one of those.
Ah, your mother and my dad both. That's the beauty of the passive aggressive comment, always made in such way as to not have meant to be offensive. ::rolls eyes::
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