"Hate" is not a word I throw around at whim. I dislike many people. Some of them greatly. There are only three people in this world I HATE. One of them is my son's mom. Go'head, roll your eyes. If you don't want to hear it, click out of this thread now, please.
My primary job is a very demanding job; 70-hour weeks are normal...sometimes more. I do not have a choice whether or not I stay late or come in early. I do what I am told to do. This job pays my bills, INCLUDING CHILD SUPPORT.
We have a training conference next week. I am a big part of that conference; preparing briefings and briefing materials, setting up the conference center...food, drinks that kind of thing.
We are doing things differently this time...a little more in-depth, requiring more work on everyone's part. My boss told me yesterday that "a few things have been added." Bottom line is that I have to stay late today and tomorrow to get it done, unless I want to come in this weekend. Conference starts Monday.
This weekend is a Daddy Weekend. Normally, I pick up my son tomorrow night and drop him off Sunday...typical visitation. I called her yesterday MORNING and left a message explaining what happened and that I'd pick him up first thing Saturday morning...just tell my where and when. No call back. So, I called her this morning to see if she got the message.<---me being a responsible individual.
In the space of 15 seconds, she cursed me out, called me a good-for-nothing so and so. Gave me the whole "shirking your responsibilities" routine, called me "the worst father ever" and hung up.
OK...so am I picking the kid up or not? I called her back. Informed her that my 6-year-old son has more maturity in his pinky toe than she has in her whole body and inquired as to the status of my visitation. She said "I may call you and let you know." and promptly slammed the phone in my ear.
This is what I have to put up with in order to see my son. I gave her two days' notice that I can't pick him up on Friday. She makes it out to be such a big deal that she has to find someone to watch him Friday night. She can just dump him off at one of the neighboor's houses like she does normally, anyway. All her neighbors are fat moms, like her and have three or four kids...no biggie.
I have to stay late on Friday; no choice in the matter. I can still see him Saturday and Sunday, but yet I get put thru living hell.
Karma is a funny thing...I can only pray to whatever being watches over us that someday, somehow, she gets back double what she is giving me.
If you read this far, thanks, I feel marginally better now.
My primary job is a very demanding job; 70-hour weeks are normal...sometimes more. I do not have a choice whether or not I stay late or come in early. I do what I am told to do. This job pays my bills, INCLUDING CHILD SUPPORT.
We have a training conference next week. I am a big part of that conference; preparing briefings and briefing materials, setting up the conference center...food, drinks that kind of thing.
We are doing things differently this time...a little more in-depth, requiring more work on everyone's part. My boss told me yesterday that "a few things have been added." Bottom line is that I have to stay late today and tomorrow to get it done, unless I want to come in this weekend. Conference starts Monday.
This weekend is a Daddy Weekend. Normally, I pick up my son tomorrow night and drop him off Sunday...typical visitation. I called her yesterday MORNING and left a message explaining what happened and that I'd pick him up first thing Saturday morning...just tell my where and when. No call back. So, I called her this morning to see if she got the message.<---me being a responsible individual.
In the space of 15 seconds, she cursed me out, called me a good-for-nothing so and so. Gave me the whole "shirking your responsibilities" routine, called me "the worst father ever" and hung up.
OK...so am I picking the kid up or not? I called her back. Informed her that my 6-year-old son has more maturity in his pinky toe than she has in her whole body and inquired as to the status of my visitation. She said "I may call you and let you know." and promptly slammed the phone in my ear.
This is what I have to put up with in order to see my son. I gave her two days' notice that I can't pick him up on Friday. She makes it out to be such a big deal that she has to find someone to watch him Friday night. She can just dump him off at one of the neighboor's houses like she does normally, anyway. All her neighbors are fat moms, like her and have three or four kids...no biggie.
I have to stay late on Friday; no choice in the matter. I can still see him Saturday and Sunday, but yet I get put thru living hell.
Karma is a funny thing...I can only pray to whatever being watches over us that someday, somehow, she gets back double what she is giving me.
If you read this far, thanks, I feel marginally better now.