I_HATE_HER.

[MichaelD]

Hi there. Got home from Job#2 about 45 minutes ago...showered and eating leftover pizza. Leftover pizza is God.

Lots of very good, heartfelt advice here, and I appreciate that more than I could put into words. Really.

The bottom line is this: She is holding ALL the cards and she knows it. She has physical custody. I have JOINT custody, yes (yes, it's on paper in the visitation agreement) but the parent with PHYSICAL custody gets to make all the rules...you divorcees know this load of crap already.

My son knows I love him very much. I have talks with him on a regular basis. He knows that "Mommy and Daddy don't like each other much" ...his words, unfortunately. But I ensure that he knows that I love him very much. He smiles an honest smile and nods his head and gives me big hugs. That is priceless. I will never let her drive me away from my son; she's been trying for seven years and she has failed. Miserably. Yes, she's made my life hell. I am going bald, I have ulcers and I am honestly "this close" to a nervous breakdown...but I'm still here, bitch.

When my son was very young, her goal was to ruin me financially and professionally. She'd place random calls to my then supervisor informing him that I wasn't paying my child support. What a stupid woman; my child support is garnished from my paycheck (common practice in TX) it was either that or write her a check every month. That was a no-brainer. I didn't get in trouble for not paying my CS; I got in trouble b/c she was being a nuisance. She knew this, so she kept on doing it. Bitch.

Now that he's older, her goal is to make me look bad in my son's eyes. She keeps trying, I keep bringing my son closer to me. I involve him when I have him. He "helps" me cook. "Helps" me clean. I've even taught (tried....) him how to make his own PB&J sandwich. (Note to parents: don't do this.....peanut butter is a PITA to get out of carpet......)

When he's w/me, he feels vital, important and loved. I make sure of it. Thanks.

 

[Stark]

:disgust:

 

[narzy]

Originally posted by: Skoorb

Originally posted by: iamwiz82
why did you knock her up?

You get the October Anandtech award of helpfulness with that response, iam!

who in the hell gave you the right to give out that award?

PS: mike sorry to hear about it, I wish my father gave a damn personally but my life is better without his sorry drunk ass. NEwayz back to you, Im glad that you take such an interst in being with your son, your ex is just bitter that your life is better then hers, so she has to try and make you missurable. you do what you have to do to live and be happy, and don't put up with her rantings and crazy sh!t, you have JOINT CUSTODY, you have every right to hang up, record messages of abuse from her (cussing you out on the phone ect...) you have to inform her that she is being recorded, but if she's yelling while you do that, your clear. Then if it ever becomes an issue where she won't allow you to see your kid, take her ass to court, and show the judge who this crazy-bat-which-from-hell-bitch is.

 

[XCLAN]

Originally posted by: MichaelD
"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.

Dude....you just wrote the first chapter of my life