Extended car rides with family has to be one of Dante’s circles in hell. My hope was to listen to our playlist, possibly listen to some new fitting music for the playlist, and knock out an audiobook. Instead I half listened to the playlist while my mother complained and that was randomly punctuated by children declaring their hunger. I get to do it in reverse for another eight hours. My son decided he could beat the entire car ride process by staying up the entire night at his mom’s house, going to tennis practice first thing in the morning, and then sleeping the entire trip after she dropped him off to me. Instead he only slept a few hours of the trip and proceeded to be a clingy moody mess after arriving at our destination.
A short story about the vindictiveness of their mother. At the beginning of the year their mother asked me to give her half of the kids college fund. I refused based on the pattern I was seeing from her and also it’s a stupid idea. The pattern was that every time she would take a trip she would either miss a payment to their college fund or go into the account and permanently reduce her contribution. After one of those trips she completely stopped contributing and that is when she asked for half so that she could supposedly start her own fund for the kids. I told her that makes no sense because it is the compounding over time were they make significant gains and that she could consult a financial advisor if she thinks I’m lying to her. Cutting the account in half makes no sense. I’ve already significantly increased my contributions to compensate for her no longer contributing. And I frankly don’t believe she is going to start a new account with the money. Luckily the account was fully under my control and not in the divorce agreement. I told her to sue me after she told me it wasn’t fair.
In return for not giving her the money she decided to no longer allow my son to participate in the upcoming winter basketball season that I had already paid for myself after she agreed he could do it. I talked to the coach and he was a divorced man who said he completely understood and that my son could just participate and go to games on the week I had him. You want to see some sad shit, just imagine a seven year old who can’t concentrate on a game because he keeps looking for his mother in the stands and she never shows up. She only showed up for the last game of the season and played the role of supporting mother.
I just looked at the map and you are two and a half hours away. Maddening ma’am. So close and so far. Probably the closest we’ve ever consciously been from each other. There was a lot of fantasizing during this trip about what your lips feel like. I’ll leave that to your imagination. Whatever you are thinking is correct. I’ll leave it there for now I’m literally being smoother by children.
I managed to slip off to a bar. My children were literally on top of me and I could feel myself getting irritable. After that drive not getting a moment to breath feels suffocating. Irrational, what does that look like. I’m going to have to think about it. A topic for tomorrow.
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