Tonight (8:30pm) I text across to my stbexh some details about our eldest son and his health, after a few texts I decided it would be easier to speak to my ex rather than text so I asked if he was 'out'. This means to us if he is out with his new bit and that he doesn't want to talk. He said he was and I said it didn't matter as it wasn't urgent. And it wasn't I just wanted to talk to him regarding our son needing his w/chair after 2 years without using it and the implications of that, especially as the pain relief he is using has gone up considerably in the last week (ex already aware of that).
He text back 2.5 hrs later to see if I wanted to talk to him and I completely lost it with him, called him names and told him to stay with his bit as I'd dealt with it without him and that if he wanted to be involved with the kids then perhaps he should find some more time for them instead of seeing one of them once a week but finding time to go out 4 nights out of the last 5 (saw youngest on the other night) with his bit, after claiming he works away so can't see the kids anymore than that, and after our youngest skipped school last week (why bother going if he doesn't want to and he has had some really terrible behaviour these last few weeks).
My ex came back from working away Thursday (a day early due to a change in the working arrangements) and didn't come to see him so that we could put on a united front about the bad behaviour as he had already made plans to go out. But then rang to complain about him not going to school to me, even though I had got him up, dressed and ready for school before I left for uni at 7:15 (he went back to bed).
Some of the info is for back ground but I am livid that my ex can be such a twat and still find it to be my fault that everything is falling apart because I asked him and his wandering cock to leave.
I don't even know why I'm posting, I think it's to get it all off my chest before I explode.