woke up around 10:30.
two eggs.
grocery shopping.
protein with greek yogurt.
making soup she probably won't eat.
bored.
a wonderful series of texts between me and the ex, and i feel like turd now. how can she still ruin my day so effortlessly. she still has power over me. totally undateable. she has pestered me about returning a voicemail her dad left me last week, and by pester i mean, she told m to tell me to call him, she texted me three times and emailed once.
today's text message transcript (for posterity):
ex: please call my dad.
me: you are annoying. this is my week off, i answer the phone for two people: my boss and my family, and he ain't either. i'll call him from work this week. you found someone else to nag the fuck out of with your control freak bullshit, remember
ex: you are the control freak, asshole. he called you on TUESDAY, for fucks sake. you cannot continue to ignore my family because you don't like me. they are still m's grandparents and aunts and they would like to be in touch. just because she lives with you does not give you the right to shut people out when you feel pissy. get over yourself.
me: he didn't call to talk to her, he called to talk to me. you have nothing to do with it (as usual)
ex: i know that. the point is, it would be nice for you to return calls in a timely fashion, particularly about the holidays and about her!!
me: the point is, you are trying to control something you have zero to do with (as usual)
ex: my dad has asked ME twice why you haven't called back, so I do have something to do with it. It has been made my concern because you won't do something as fucking simple as calling him back.
me: neither of them responded to my x-mas list, but both your sisters did
me: and you fired off your mouth with some accusatory nonsense when i was trying to be nice
ex: maybe they've been waiting to see what everyone else is doing so there is no doubling of gifts. maybe that's what he wants to talk to you about. i have no clue. point is, it's about m. maybe you don't answer me but at least answer them. being nice? since when?
me: i gave them a list of x-mas items in november. they're hosting x-mas morning, my family isn't going to buy anything until they've gotten whatever they're getting. but really, all of this is completely immaterial to me. whats on my mind is how much my daughter is dreading spending 12 hrs in a car with you.
me: and how much i'm going to miss her during the holidays
ex: what has she said? you didn't tell any of us that you were buying for her AFTER our christmas. so how are we supposed to know that?
me: what are we going to tell her, dumbass, "Santa showed up the weekend before Christmas with your gifts, sweetie"
ex: right, because she still spends at least one night away from you on the weekends you do have her. go get drunk and spend time with your friends. take a break.
me: i haven't had a drink of anything in a year.
ex: how about gifts from her family? santa can leave shit at your house while she's gone but not everything is santa.
me: this whole thing is your stupid need to avoid being upstaged, god it's so fucking tiresome.
ex: why do you go to zoo brew then? doesn't matter. point is have some time to yourself. i don't care about being upstaged. i don't even know what the fuck that means. y'all do your celebration, we'll do ours. i just want to make sure she doesn't receive doubles of her gifts! she doesn't need two dolls, two whatevers.
me: my family will most likely be getting her things not on that list so don't worry about duplicate toys
ex: ok, whatever.
ex: by the way, i expect to hear from her on my bday. i dont expect you to take her to get me a card but I would like her to call me.
me: don't even presume to talk to me about where she and I go or stay on our time. I'll do you the same courtesy, because neither of us care to know.
-- that was apparently the end of the conversation, as i didn't get a response --
put my kid in her bed tonight and she says "i know why you and mommy got a divorce. you both wanted to take care of me equally and you fought and mommy decided to leave." what do you say to that, exactly?
