My stbx wants to be friends.
She wants to chat.
When she drops off the boy, she walks right into what is now MY apartment.
I made a bit of mistake the other day, which requires a short explanation. On Thursday nights in June and July, the local pools stay open an extra two hours, families attend, bring food and snacks and, of course, plenty of beerz. This past Thursday would have been the last such evening of the summer and the chances were good we'd see lots of friends and neighbors. Unfortunately, the MCA failed to tell everyone that they'd changed the last night to Wednesday and the last Thursday was reserved for a staff party.
Now, our agreement thus far is that I have him Sunday through Wednesday nights and he spends Thursday through Saturday nights at her place. The kid had been looking forward to this all week and I'd agreed to go with him and bring snacks, pizza, and cookies, the raft, the beach ball, the little balls, and all that jazz. (no beerz, for me). And since he'd be out late, he wanted to spend the night with me.
She was fine with this arrangement. After we got home from the pool (still dry, no pizza, all the snacks still tucked neatly away in the bag), the kid was soooo disapointed and feeee-urisis with the MCA, he went straight into his room, plopped own on the lower bunk, and pouted for a very, very long time.
Not wanting any hint of deception, I called her to let her know what was going on. (yeah, I'm learning). We didn't talk long because my son called her. Whew! Short conversation.
"The fucking MCA switched the nights and didn't tell anyone," was all he said to her before he hung up because he was soooo disappointed by the sheer insanity of it all. (He's learning).
She then calls me back and tells me what he said and laughs and wants to chat and...
I have to learn some new boundaries.
I sort of like not having her in my life. It's the most fucked-up trade-off I've ever made. I don't see my kid most weekends (I'm in the catering biz and folks are making up for last year. Party on Garth. Party on Wayne). I liked seeing me kid every day (okay, the occasional break was nice). I miss him.
I just want to purge her completely out of my life and find peace and harmony with the MCA. I'm really good at ghosting people. Except, of course, I can't, which is really... (rant, curse, flail about on the keyboard in a very unhinged manner).
Any tips on being polite while drawing a few new boundaries?
[This message edited by Unhinged at 2:28 AM, August 1st (Sunday)]