Secretly, Desperately. in General Things

  • May 19, 2015, 11:59 a.m.
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I so desperately want to tell my kids how their father walked out on us on Christmas day 2012.
And we came home later, alone, while we were crying at a friends house, a friend we had only met two weeks before, who shared their christmas lunch with us just like that, and he somehow managed to make it all about how hard his life was by sleeping on the living room floor until we got there, and then he went to work.
He slept through presents in the morning (literally on top of him in the bed). and he slept through presents on the floor, (literally on top of him again). And then he went to work.

Always… he was at work.
Too many loaded dinner plates going cold at a vacant setting while the kids waited for daddy to come have a meal with them.
Work is more important to him.
Currently, the kids don’t see their dad overnight anymore, because he was either going to work and leaving them alone through the night (ages 8 and 6) or leaving them with strangers who didn’t wake up to make breakfast (my 8yr old said, I assume they might have been under the influence of something?) or taking them to the bakery until midnight or getting them up at 3am to go to the bakery until it was time to go to school at 8:30am.

I just.
I don’t understand.

Now, he has reduced Child Support payments, I assume as punishment for removing overnight access. Cause that’ll make it easier.
Sigh.

Why?

He never washes or showers them unless I directly ask him to.
He has no clothes for them unless I provide them, and he never washes them (I wash whatever comes home including underwear because i know if it goes back to him it wont be washed. Our youngest has even have UTI’s from only having unwashed knickers to wear at his)

I just…

Now he wants to have “A meeting to discuss an offer he has had” and I secretly hope it is something involving him moving interstate. So the kids can have some stability with me. It’s hard.... but it will be less hard if he leaves.

Sometimes I secretly wish he died in that car crash.
And how desperately I try not to tell the kids these things.. and how he abuses me for the decisions I make to protect them from him.

-SP


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