He's done another number on the mediator after seeing her again post my talk with her about MIL.
Apparently he's a broken man and spent the hour crying.
Why have I now seen any emotion like this from him in the last 10 months then? All I have experienced is anger and frustration towards me. He has been cold, defensive and gaslighting. My parents treated him like a son, yet he has never asked after them. He has accused me of being angry and miserable, not accepting depression, the menopause and fear as reasons for my behaviour.
He told her he feels awful for me about Covid and my parents and is desperate for me to go home and will pay. However, he refused to pay and when I checked if he could cover the kids in September he sent me this:
I don’t know why you are asking me.
They cancelled your August flight – why will September be any different?
If you want my opinion, I don’t agree
She also implied that I had been keeping the children from him because of the last weekend he was supposed to have them. Before we saw her originally (no agreement in place) I arranged a sleepover on the Saturday for DD to repay one she had been to. It was arranged before my flight was cancelled, and I wanted to get it out of the way before I went to the UK. I told DH it was on the weekend we had earmarked ourselves for him and he said 'fine, whatever makes DD happy'. Also before our mediation she then got invited to a party on the Sunday which I accepted without checking because of what DH had said about the sleepover and messaged him to let him know. I'm assuming he didn't kick up a fuss because at that point he still had them for the whole of August.
So it gets towards the end of the week before his weekend, and overhear him telling the kids he has bought them tickets to watch the rugby at 3pm on Sunday at Eden Park. I interrupt - remember DD has a party and DS has Flippa Ball (very cute 'baby' water polo)? No, he doesn't remember. I show him the party message and the kid's schedule that I sent him weeks ago.
Loses his shit for no reason because he has previously agreed and has all the info.
Asks DS which he would prefer - 'I don't want to let my friends down, I have to go to Flippa'.
Askes DD which she would prefer - 'friend will hate me if I pull out now, so party'.
Has a go at me - no sleepovers and play dates on my weekends, just sports. FFS. However, it does play into my hands as I can now provide time with their friends, whereas all he can do is paid activities and older cousins who are usually busy anyway. DD is at a sleepover now, and in the morning I'm picking up a few of DS' friends to have a kickabout at the park. DH doesn't have relationships with any of theses families (and they know the full story).
And now the mediator has a go at me. Kept making me promise not to obstruct his weekends. I had already explained to her what happened before he told her. She asked how things were going and I said 'things kind of fell at the first hurdle, but now we will be better prepared'.
I feel DH has been completely disingenuous.
So the upshot of the interim childcare agreement (worryingly mediator has said he will need more contact once it's formalised) is that I get them Monday to Friday every week, mornings rushing around doing lunches and uniforms, evenings with a sports activity every night, sometimes two (I had a clash last week with an early netball match clashing with football practice, asked him to help but he couldn't so I had to ask a friend) with him swanning in to watch matches but never the less interesting training. On my weekend, unfortunately I get the fortnightly Flippa training on a Saturday afternoon so he gets the more free weekend and gets to be 80s treat dad. I pack their bags to go to his and unpack and do washing.
In good news, DS hates all the beds at MILs and has asked me if I will pick him up at bedtime next Saturday and drop him off again in the morning, and last time DH who even fucked up a toastie (too much ham and horrible bread) so the are dreading the food.
Another thing I have over them. Pool safety rules are MASSIVE, but somehow MIL has managed to get her pool passed with a back door and sliding doors that leads straight into the pool - less than two metres and no fence. DH's grandfather famously fell in from the back step, fully clothed into the pool. The only thing I can think of, because there are no exceptions, is that she managed to persuade the inspectors that there are no kids living there.
It would be expensive, ugly and inconvenient if they had to put a fence up, say if the council found out that someone living there had custody of his kids....
Sorry, long and rambling - one of my insomnia posts. x