I mean, what, tell me, what will it take to get this guy to understand his children?? They don’t want much. Just time. That’s really all they want. Let me explain….
I moved 4 hours away, so sue me. I guess I had to keep living 2 miles away from him to get him interested in his children. My new husband had to take a job out of state. He works in the media, and you have to go where you can make a living. I had lived in this city for 24 years, 11 with said ex-husband. And we moved. We go down there every chance we get and will meet him half-way to ensure he gets visiting time. This Thanksgiving, he decides that he will come up here, as my older son has moved up here, also. He tells them both that he will be there Thanksgiving night. Of course, having them both on pins and needles waiting to see their dad. My middle boy calls him only to find out that he’s not coming until the Friday AFTER Thanksgiving and leaving Sunday morning. He’s afraid to get caught in holiday traffic. So he shows up here, with a woman in tow, to VISIT HIS CHILDREN!!!!! She’s a friend, and I have heard of her before. So I welcome them in. Now, he’s supposedly staying with my oldest son over at his messy apartment. Here he has brought someone else with him….
“They’re in for a big surprise,” I thought to myself. My son lives with his cousin, and two of their friends. It’s a teenage dump, if you ask me. But that’s what young people do. Anyway, I am the nice guy and warn them that it may not be where you want to stay. They leave with my middle boy and go over there. Time passes, and I am enjoying being the mother of one, and being with my husband when the doorbell rings. It’s my son and ex-husband and friend. They can’t take it over there. It appears they spent the morning washing dishes and cleaning the place just so they could make breakfast. They made breakfast at 1:30 PM. Then my son tells them,
“Dad, I’ve got a lot of friends stopping by,” [interpretation: GET LOST!] My son, let’s call him A.A. (Almost Adult) was already upset that he put off coming until it was convenient for him. Apparently, he was making the old man pay the price of hacking him off. So, the ex shows up here, getting the middle sons’s stuff, (let’s call him, Biggin’), and wanting the location of hotels here in town. I, of course, recommended Super 8, I mean, what’s the point of going expensive?
Biggin’ called me from the hotel, but didn’t leave a message. So I called the number back on my cell. It was the HILTON! And the room wasn’t registered to my ex. Apparently, he had talked his “friend” into footing the bill. It just hacks me off….anyway, let me focus. Biggin’ answered his dad’s cell, and told me they were going to get a pay per view. Not go to the movies, not go out to eat, not go shopping….watch a stupid pay per view. Biggin’ was miserable, I could tell.
Anyway, some ex-husbands need education. They need to figure out that their kids will only chase after them for some attention for awhile. Then, they will blow them off.
