The last time I talked to my kids’ dad, it was the week before my daughter went to college. And by “talked” I mean he emailed me and asked me if there was anything else he, or we, needed to do for our daughter to be ready to go, and he felt out of the loop. I didn’t respond.
Have I written about this before? Stop me if I have. It’s sounding familiar, but then everything goes round and round in my head, and I don’t know if it makes it to the outside or not sometimes. It just dawned on me that there’s no need to co-parent any more. He can ask her if she needs him to do anything else, and she can answer for herself.
Well, that was 25 days ago.
I almost want to thank him for the BLISSFUL 25 days of silence. Really a record for what a chatterbox he is. Also, he didn’t leave enough money in the joint bank account for me to pay the bills I’m in charge of and that are due. That’s a pretty important thing to communicate about, but that would mean I would have to “blink” first, as it were. I’d rather die. Is that wrong?
I also want the f-ing settlement sent to me that he says he has drafted. I’m tired of treading water.
Hello? Hello out there? Is it just him giving me the cold shoulder, or is everyone? Doesn’t matter; this silence is golden. I’m having a déjà vu…and perhaps a mild stroke…