The past couple weeks had been a bit of a roller
coaster. Right as I acknowledged things
were going smoothly with my Ex (see post #145) things blew up again (see
post #157). Most recently, my Ex had
spent some time with the kids and disregarded their bed time. I’m not suggesting this was on purpose, I’m
only stating the facts. On his regular
scheduled night, instead of hanging out with them at my place (their home) he took the boys to his place for the first time ever (which for the record, I was
completely fine with) however, I was slightly
annoyed that he didn’t communicate this to me in advance. Additionally, he brought them
home 2 hours past their regularly scheduled be time. Now this bothered me. Our kids were young. They needed routine. That’s why they had a schedule. My older son woke up in the middle of the
night completely disoriented. He cried
for almost an hour and there was little I could do to console him. The day following was also incredibly difficult. My older son woke up exhausted before even
getting out of bed. He had school that
day and needed to be well rested for the day.
Not to mention, I was exhausted!
I was the one who had to deal with the repercussions. I had to address this. But here was where my situation proved to be
difficult. The interactions were so hot
and cold with my Ex. I never knew
what exactly would set him off. Even if
I had the best intentions, he would never see it that way. So, I did what anyone would do in that situation. I went to the two best parents I knew to seek
advice: my own. They agreed with me that I needed to address
this and advised me to focus the conversation solely on my kids. He didn’t care about what was best for me,
but he did care (theoretically) about what was best for the kids. It wasn't about him. It wasn't about me. It was about our kids. I would be prepared to discuss this the next
time I saw him. God help me.
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