Sometimes, It’s Funny
So my last post related the story of the visitation weekend when my kids had a soccer game and church responsibilities and the ex wanted to take a “day trip” to a town six hours away to meet his brothers, who were in Atlanta and would like to meet him halfway.
After a lot of e-mailing back and forth, with him getting very defensive and nasty because I copied my lawyer and the kids’ therapist, he agreed to go to Nashville instead of Chattanooga, as Nashville is only three hours away.
So the kids came back and were telling me what fun they had, and all about the dinosaurs they saw, and all of this, and I said, “Well, which of your uncles did you see?” (X has three brothers, and I wasn’t sure which two were in Atlanta.)
Talkative Kid replies, “Oh, they couldn’t make it. They were busy on Saturday. They wanted to meet on Sunday, but Daddy said he wouldn’t do that on Sunday.” (I still cannot fathom the things that the ex considers not allowable on Sundays. He can teach piano to the pastor’s kids, but he can’t drive a couple hundred miles to see his brothers?)
So, all that brouhaha for nothing. Sigh. And he wonders why I left him.