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August 2011 Moms
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I'm a dirty PW (AKA - The Ex Saga Continues)
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Mobile: I'm a dirty PW (AKA - The Ex Saga Continues)
But I thought you guys might find this amusing.
So, ex called me at 12:45 am last night, it rang twice, and then he hung up. I called back about an hour ago to see if he'd needed anything since that was a really strange time to call for a checkup on the kids. He apologized profusely, saying he'd only called because he'd been at a friend's house drinking and got halfway down the road before he realized he was more inebriated than he'd estimated upon leaving. It wasn't a drunk dial booty call, he promised, he'd only called to "have a voice in his ear" as he drove home.
But after apologizing, since I was already on the phone, he decided to tell me about the car accident he got into this morning as he was leaving his driveway to facilitate a ride for his extremely childish and irresponsible friend (a friend who, when ex and I were dating, encroached on our kindness for months on end and who I grew weary of back then and asked him to get rid of back then). He reversed into a car parked in front of the driveway across from his, and as he was discussing insurance with the guy his friend called to say never mind about the ride.
Then he told me about how the same friend ruined the experience of a concert they went to a few days ago. Ex and a few friends, including Childish Friend, had planned for this concert months in advance and had decided that beer and mushrooms were the order of the day to enhance their experience of the music. (Yeah.) Sadly, they only got their mushrooms because Childish Friend apparently drank all their beer before they even left for the show. Then CF b!tched the entire concert about having to carry around his souvenirs and not getting any drinks because he forgot his ID, accosted a woman, and almost got them kicked out.
Then ex told me about how Childish Friend trashed his house last night or the night before and his idea of "cleaning" it was to tie off the trash bag in the can and leave it in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Apparently it took all of these things to finally convince ex that he needed to dump this friend. I am so SMH right now. Not just at the Childish Friend thing, either. The entire phone call. 12:45 drunk call to an ex because you're not sure you can drive? Mushrooms to enhance the concert experience? Aren't we supposed to be grown-ups?
I mean, guys...guys, seriously. It's like a bad frat boy movie. I don't know whether to laugh or to feel a profound sense of relief at not being connected to this kind of thing anymore.
// I love you too. //
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Re: I'm a dirty PW (AKA - The Ex Saga Continues)
I'd be relieved he was no longer my problem, too. Except he is still your kids' problem so he is lucky IIII am not the Ex because I would've been like, 'Do you hear yourself? How do you ever expect me to trust you alone with our kids given that you admit to using hallucinogenic drugs? Tool!' I am not judging your repsonse, BTW. I know you are fiercely protective of your kids and that you have methods to how you handle things, I'm just saying my Puerto Rican psychosis would be out and about. Ya feel me?
He is seriously adding to your stress. Talking on the phone while driving has proven to be a distraction so how, exactly does he think talking to someone WHILE driving inebriated, would help prevent an accident?
Maybe him and his buddy deserve each other. You are the company you keep, yes? Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Where are his parents or a single decent friend to slap some sense into him? Does he not have one single person in his life that he can rely on to speak an iota of sense (other than you, of course!) ??? He is a certifiable Hot Mess.
As to your first response, we have a stipulation in place in our custody agreement, a safety measure. Neither of us is allowed to imbibe any kind of mind-altering substance while caring for the children. This means that if either of us suspects the other of becoming inebriated during their portion of the time sharing we can take action accordingly. It's worded as if it's a mutual agreement, but I don't have a problem with imbibing substances. I'll barely pop a Tylenol. So we know who it's there for.
As to your last response, no. No, he does not have a single person in his life who can impart sense onto him. His mother enables him (and always has) and then attempts to "mother" him by preaching about how God will make his life better soon. Yeah that's really proven to be an effective approach, mommy dearest.
I was the only one who would actually fight with/for him and insist on his being more responsible, and you saw how that turned out.
// I love you too. //
Hah, yeah, I felt sorry for him too for a long time. But he takes a very cavalier attitude to his lack of desire to be helped. He makes excuses like he's proud to make excuses and he sometimes mocks his mother for her beliefs. Which, honestly, I'm not a believer that God will just fix your sh!t for no reason and without provocation, but I guess that's all she knows to do.
I did love him enough to try to push him in the right direction, but it's way too late for that now. He yelled at me and raged at my attempts, he fought with me and pushed me away. He saddled me with a lot of baggage and responsibility because of his lack of desire to take any on himself. It's like, alright, fine then. Do what you want. I'll just move on with my life, sit back and watch.
// I love you too. //
Oh hey I think we all have, but like you said, it was young stupidity. You'd think a (somewhat) grown man, father to 2 kids, would be over that phase by now.