I’m fucking sick of emails.
Reading them.
Writing them.
Forwarding them.
Replying to them.
I swear if I started a blog of his rants and published one a week, I’d have more than enough material to last me till retirement. Or death probably. People pay bloggers, don’t they? Is it
I’m pretty sure the fan is no longer visible under the enormous pile of shit that’s hit it since, I don’t know, the dawn of time .
I got actual shouted at by my counsellor on Monday. She was right. Is right.
She’d got into a row with her supervisor over my case.
So I come out feeling like I can do better for myself and stop holding onto the wire that’s electrocuting me, and I reply to an email I’ve been sitting on about the upcoming holiday (Only 4 days here, finish Friday back on Wednesday) which is over his weekend.
I propose he has Saturday and Sunday and I have Monday and Tuesday. Short and to the point.
Of course he doesn’t like that and quotes the court report (not the court order which doesn’t have an order for the holidays) saying the weekend is irrelevant and he’s entitled to half the holiday so he’ll bring them back at 6 pm on the Monday or, because he’s flexible, the Tuesday morning.
I decide to gauge what the dc want so ask what they think about the 4 days they’re off. They know it’s his weekend. Dd says she’s at her dads on the Monday (so he’s spoken to them already and told them what’s happening before talking to me, and ds says he wants 2 days at dads and 2 at mums because that’s fair. But can he come home on Sunday night rather than Monday morning because he hates staying the Sunday.
At the moment the Sunday night issue is with my lawyer. LCB is not aware yet that I have got my lawyer involved.
I really want to copy and paste his response to me saying this is what the dc want because I think most of you would laugh your asses off, then rip him to shreds.
I, OTOH, will smile serenely and remember not to answer a statement and not to be drawn into the game. The drama can only continue if I join in and, though I’m sorely tempted because his arguments are so full of holes you could sift boulders through them, it’s not healthy.
I’ve had a rant to the bf. But honestly, there’s very little to be gained from any reply,
My mantra (my counsellors suggestion) is “what outcome do I want?”
And the outcome I want is happy kids and less stress. If they’re unhappy it’ll be his doing. Stressful for me; but not as much as if I’d been tying myself up in knots deciding how to answer his hyperbolic hypotheticals and bullshit driveling.
I need to sleep now. I’m unbelievably busy with a million plates spinning. But I need to sleep.
Hope everyone is ok here. Feels shit not catching up as much but honestly, it’s an explosion here...