What?!

As you can tell from the time stamps, it's been a little over three years since I last posted.  I had been advised by my attorney that I should stop blogging if, for no other reason, not to give the ex a reason to complain.  Well, let me tell you how well that worked - IT DIDN'T!  For the past three years, he and his wife (yes, he ended up marrying his concubine and they now have a set of twins about a year and a half old) have been sending nasty- and stupid-grams via both email and text, usually without provocation.  Here's today's edition from the ex's phone:

"An email or text with information about what happened the kids doctor's appointments would be appreciated.  Oh and by the way Happy 25th Anniversary!" (transcribed with original typos)

This was at 6:30 p.m., as I was trying to wrap up my long day of:

• children's annual well-checks this morning (had to be rescheduled for this week because their father refuses to take them to their appointments and activities when they are with him which will be all of next week, when the appointment was originally scheduled)
• lunch and school shopping (again, because he refuses to help with that, even when he has the children the week before school begins)
• group counseling appointment for our son (again, something which daddy dearest has never attended or transported our son to)
• helping our daughter finish preparing for the state fair on Friday - yes, she won her division and overall and was invited to represent the county at the state level.  Did daddy dear bother coming to this event or the one where our daughter won 3 2nd place ribbons a couple of weeks ago?  Of course, not.  It's too much driving for him.
• when I received the text, I was at the store picking up prescriptions that had been called in by the doc when we had been there earlier in the day

Bitter, table of one, please!  If you were half the father yours didn't have to be, life would be a hell of a lot better for everyone involved.  No one in your family dares accept the truth about you even though it's not their fault that you are the way you are.  No one in your family dares support and take up for your children - rather, they believe your and your concubine's lies about my role in YOUR negative choices.  YOUR choices not to attend our children's events.  YOUR choices to name call and send negative emails and texts.  YOUR choice to continue poisoning our children's lives with YOUR bitterness.

Your family probably doesn't even know you lost your job, AGAIN and requested that child support be reduced YET AGAIN.  They also probably don't know that you told our children that YOU had to budget because I WON AT COURT - oh, wait, we NEVER WENT TO COURT, dumbass!  YOU messed up and needed someone else to blame because you dare not accept what you see in the mirror.

They probably also believe that I am the reason the children were unable to go to Brookville earlier this week.  What they don't know is that YOU did NOT communicate with me - you never asked.  Rather, you sent half a message through our daughter who did not know times, location, etc., to even be able to broker the deal.  Heck, she thought you were going to Norris or East Fork, neither of which made sense the way she described the request.

I have spent many years trying to focus on moving my life forward and helping the children to move forward, too.  If you happen to know the pitiful narcissistic sociopath who continues to reach out his negativity to those who do not deserve it, please send up a prayer (or two or a million) asking for him to LEAVE ME ALONE!!  I did my part - I left.  I even have a separate email account to where I filter his and his concubine's emails so they do not pop up on my inbox screen.  It is checked once a week, just in case there is something of importance.

So, now that I have vented and have that off my chest, allow me to rejoice a moment in the good of the day:

• My children are healthy and despite being a long day, most of it was pleasant.
• My daughter is excited about her state fair event and has really focused on improving upon what she did earlier in the week.
• My son realizes that he got a little more than out of control this evening and is trying to make amends (to the extent that he understands that concept).
• We have a house to shelter us, clothes to keep us warm and food to keep us healthy.
• I have a job that I actually ENJOY.  Though the school year starts way too early, I am still looking forward to some of the new ideas I have planned for this year.
• My children feel safe with me and are able to talk to me about their hurts; cry to, at and with me; basically, use me as a whipping post.  It's very tiring and after an almost continuous summer of it, I am quite weary.  All the same, I am thankful they feel safe here.
• Tomorrow is a new day and we can start again.

Me