So to follow-up from yesterday's post, I attempted to speak to dh about the "timing" regarding ss's extracurricular activity. And in true dh form he followed the standard textbook play of deflect and blame. I asked if indeed he spoke to twat waffle about this either verbally or in an email. Of course, it was verbal. (*side note* there seems to be a lot of this going on lately) I told him, I found the information on-line for the activity schedule and the information he had provided me was misleading, as the schedule did not reflect his previous statement. He replied that he was going off of the information that twat waffle provided (because clearly it would be a stretch if dh researched anything she said). He placed the blame squarely on twat waffle and said he would "look into it" which is dh code for "I'm going to stick my head in the sand and just do whatever twat waffle wants so don't bother me about it, dw."

Fastforward a few hours later and dh is sulking. Seriously sulking. Like a child who lost their teddy. And I know what it is about. SS went on vacation with twat waffle this week. So we will not be having him on our regularly scheduled days (50/50 split). In fact, the poor child will be at twat waffle's mercy for eight days straight. When this has occurred in the past, dh gets all emo. Like Robert Smith from 'The Cure' emo. I used to try and accommodate dh, stroke his ego, coddle him only to be met with, "you don't understand". So I have given up. I let dh have his pity party for one solo last night.

I guess what gets me is I'm fresh outta sympathy for dh. The well has run dry. The thing is, it's not ss. I care for him, I do. I have practically raised this child. I have spent more time with him since he was three then dh and twat waffle combined. And although we have had rough spots, I have done my best to discipline and care for him like I would my own. The resentment I feel is for dh and twat waffle. And they way they act like, to quote my mother, "SS was dipped in chocolate and he might melt." I think we would refer to that as "Disney" parenting. "He is all that matters, and he is our "precious boy" and we must put him first, not other families." A direct quote from twat waffle in an email sent to dh right after we got married.

I'm sickened over the fact that dh still cannot seem to draw boundaries with twat waffle. He has been told, to the point of nauseam, to only communicate in email (by his lawyer and myself) because he will need records of all this. But he doesn't. And every time I catch him in one of these slips he acts like no big deal. He continues to "chat" with twat waffle at work. I know he does. I believe they both still carry a torch for one another. And apparently her new marriage is on the skids five months in (this came down the grapevine as idle gossip). So it all just seems fishy.

So in closing to my enormous rant today, I am thinking of doing something really wild to piss off dh. Since he chooses to omit information from me I will do the same. Perhaps I will go get my nose pierced today. Nothing major, just a cute little stud. Or maybe I'll finally get that pixie cut I want. Or a tattoo. But regardless, something for me. Afterall...the day is still young...