I really pretty well despise Josh’s ex wife. I’m sure she’s a fine human being, but my life would be SO much better if I never ever had to deal with her again.
Parent teacher conferences are this week. She arranged a time that was convenient for her and then told us about it. At least she told us this time – last time we found out afterwards. So Josh wants to go because he was pissed we didn’t get to go to the last one. Fine. She wants us to take the brat out for dinner after the conference. Josh thought this was a great idea. We’re broke. I told him he could just take the brat and I’d stay home. He thought that was an even better idea.
Seriously, my day was going JUST FINE until that meddlesome bitch had to intervene.
So now we’re going to the conference but not going to dinner. And there’s some fucking karate thing on Friday she wants us to go to. We’re not. That fucking kid is involved in some many things I don’t see how they keep up with her.
But I’m pissed. Josh keeps talking about how he “just wants to make you happy honey” in one breath and then in the next “there’s no point trying to make you happy, nothing ever does.” You can’t really talk out of both sides of your mouth like that and expect to get away with it.
What would really make me happy is if he’d just give up his parental rights and let her step dad adopt her. We wouldn’t have to pay child support any more and I’d never have to see that repulsive child again.
But that’s not going to happen. And I won’t even suggest it.
He’s going on again about how everything will be alright. Yeah, of course it will – I already gave in and said I’d go to the fucking conference on Thursday. Everything is fine, he’s happy, I lost again. Oh fucking well.
I’m trying to tell myself that if I can just suffer through this week that I’ll be rewarded with a weekend. And I have every intention of doing precisely what I want to this time. I will knit as much as I want, I will eat the food I want to eat when I want to eat it, I will watch what I want to on the television – if I bother to turn it on.
The problem right now is that I really don’t want to go home. Things are still pretty shaky and I don’t want them to blow up again. I’m very tempted to stay at work until 5 just to make sure I don’t see him tonight. I’m kind of in the mindset that I need to punish him for this and that would be the easiest way to do it.
If that lousy bitch would have just kept her big fucking mouth shut none of this would have happened.