We had an incident at the weekend.
Basically DSD doesn't get on with her mother and tries to see her as little as possible. She's 12.
Anyway, last week, her mother contacted DP and asked if she could take their DD out on Saturday. DP said no as we had plans. She said she would take her on the sunday then as she needed to see her. To be fair, the woman see's her DD very little indeed so IMO any contact should be encouraged. DP agreed on the Sunday.
However, he neglected to tell DSD this, afraid of the fallout.
So late last week, DSD asks if she can go to a swimming thing on Sunday. DP agrees. I assumed of course that her mother's visit had been cancelled but I stayed out of it.
Friday came = DSD fully arranged the sunday swimming event, arranging for friends etc to go too ... everyone was all excited, as far as she knew, it was all sorted.
So imagine her horror when Saturday night, her mother texts her to ask what time she should pick her up on Sunday!
DSD asks DP what is going on, DP reluctantly tells her that she's supposed to be going out with her mother on Sunday.
This annoyed me because he saw her arranging this swimming thing, even agreed that she could go and knew all along it would have to be cancelled.
DSD understandably starts kicking off, crying, very upset ... DP says "well phone your mum and tell her you want to go swimming instead".
So she does.
5 minutes later, DSD comes downstairs crying and shouting how he she HATED her mother. Apparantly her mother had shouted at her, asked her why she didn't love her "I'm your mother, I should come first" etc etc before slamming the phone down on DSD.
DP sits down to watch the rugby.
DSD says "what should I do? I really don't want to go"
DP carries on watching rugby, ignoring her.
DSD cries "Dad, I don't want to go, please phone her"
DP carries on watching rugby
I snap at this point and say "she is upset! can you help her sort this out??" and he sighs and says "just phone her again".
DSD understandably doesn't want to phone her again. DP darn't phone her either ... it all gets a bit ridiculous ... DP carries on watching rugby ...
Eventually I say "why on earth did you let her sort the swimming thing out when you knew her mother was taking her out??" and he replied "I know, it's my fault, I should have organised things a bit better"
no shit sherlock.
I was so angry but this is so typical of him. He sticks his head in the sand instead of sorting stuff out and when it all blows up, he sits there watching TV.