Responsible Parenting: You're Doing It Wrong.
This is a rant. I understand that my ex and I have mutual friends, and that is ok. I am still going to rant. Most of you mutuals have heard this rant on Facebook, but I feel that more ranting should happen, so bear with me.
My youngest daughter is supposed to go have visitations with her other parent every other weekend. The operative there is "Supposed to," because he cancels a LOT. Usually I get a text, giving me some excuse about why he can't come get her.
Last weekend, there was an SCA event, medieval reenactment for those who are unfamiliar. I wanted to go, but we'd just sunk a shitload of money into relocating and then appliances and other necessary items to have a house, so I had to decline. But the weekend before SCA, my ex ditched M. I knew he would; I would have been shocked if he hadn't, because he always does when there is SCA. So SCA happens and then this weekend is her weekend. She got up with me on Friday, which she rarely does, and asked me if I would text him to see if he was coming to get her. So I did. And I heard nothing. He didn't even bother to feed me an excuse this time..just nothing.
I was on the phone with a dear friend of mine who happens to be wordy, and I noticed that it was 8:30 on Friday night, and my daughter was still there. And the more I thought about it, the more it got to me, because she really misses him. And she asked me in her saddest voice, "Why didn't my d*d come to get me?" It breaks my heart, pitch black or no. So then she asked the same question yesterday morning, and I can't answer her. I can't say, "Well honey, it is because your father is an irresponsible douchebag with the most skewed priorities on the fucking planet," because even though that is the answer, that is not fair to her. So I keep it all bottled up in front of her, and I have to rant somewhere, Odin damn it, so you all have the unfortunate mispleasure of putting up with me and my rant, lest I break his kneecaps.
She had packed a little bag to take over there. Last night, she held it up for me to see, and said, "Well, I guess I don't need THIS." She may be only six, but she is far from stupid.
My youngest daughter is supposed to go have visitations with her other parent every other weekend. The operative there is "Supposed to," because he cancels a LOT. Usually I get a text, giving me some excuse about why he can't come get her.
Last weekend, there was an SCA event, medieval reenactment for those who are unfamiliar. I wanted to go, but we'd just sunk a shitload of money into relocating and then appliances and other necessary items to have a house, so I had to decline. But the weekend before SCA, my ex ditched M. I knew he would; I would have been shocked if he hadn't, because he always does when there is SCA. So SCA happens and then this weekend is her weekend. She got up with me on Friday, which she rarely does, and asked me if I would text him to see if he was coming to get her. So I did. And I heard nothing. He didn't even bother to feed me an excuse this time..just nothing.
I was on the phone with a dear friend of mine who happens to be wordy, and I noticed that it was 8:30 on Friday night, and my daughter was still there. And the more I thought about it, the more it got to me, because she really misses him. And she asked me in her saddest voice, "Why didn't my d*d come to get me?" It breaks my heart, pitch black or no. So then she asked the same question yesterday morning, and I can't answer her. I can't say, "Well honey, it is because your father is an irresponsible douchebag with the most skewed priorities on the fucking planet," because even though that is the answer, that is not fair to her. So I keep it all bottled up in front of her, and I have to rant somewhere, Odin damn it, so you all have the unfortunate mispleasure of putting up with me and my rant, lest I break his kneecaps.
She had packed a little bag to take over there. Last night, she held it up for me to see, and said, "Well, I guess I don't need THIS." She may be only six, but she is far from stupid.