Oh, God help me.
I can't take this. I really can't.
The divorce was easy. But this shit about sharing Pea? It's a living, breathing nightmare. Fuck.
Nipped over to B today to drop off some things and say hi to my baby. Strange woman opens the door. Turns out to be lady from downstairs with her 1½ old girl. I wasn't prepared for that, but ok. Pea playing with neighbours is good. Floozie was there. Wasn't prepared for that either, but that's starting to feel like routine. Pea seemed happy, which was possibly mostly because of all the cake he was served. Then downstairs lady told me that she put Pea down for the night yesterday.
What.
The.
Hell.
And as if that wasn't enough, she proceeded to ask me how we handled his sleeping routine, because she'd had an easy time getting him to sleep. Of course you would, you empty-headed cow. You're a stranger. You leaving the room doesn't break his heart like it does when his parents do.
Oh and let's see... all those months I spent on his sleeping routine clearly means I don't know anything about my own baby. All those chats I've had with the social workers and child specialists surely means that I need to be lectured by the mother of a child only marginally older than my own, with the only certificate of knowledge to be: "When my baby was that age". Yeah. Like 3 months ago.
I don't even know where to start. With killing B for handing Pea over to a complete stranger (what was he doing in the meantime? Making out with Floozie on the couch??), killing the woman for thinking she knows ANYTHING AT ALL about me, B or Pea, or kicking floozie's ass just for being there all the time and getting to spend time with Pes that should be reserved for B.
I don't even.. I'm so angry... so worried. So upset. So horrified and sad and crying, crying, crying. I've asked B to set some time aside for us to have a serious chat. This cannot go on. This is going to kill me. There isn't enough duct tape in the world to put my shattered heart back together again.
The divorce was easy. But this shit about sharing Pea? It's a living, breathing nightmare. Fuck.
Nipped over to B today to drop off some things and say hi to my baby. Strange woman opens the door. Turns out to be lady from downstairs with her 1½ old girl. I wasn't prepared for that, but ok. Pea playing with neighbours is good. Floozie was there. Wasn't prepared for that either, but that's starting to feel like routine. Pea seemed happy, which was possibly mostly because of all the cake he was served. Then downstairs lady told me that she put Pea down for the night yesterday.
What.
The.
Hell.
And as if that wasn't enough, she proceeded to ask me how we handled his sleeping routine, because she'd had an easy time getting him to sleep. Of course you would, you empty-headed cow. You're a stranger. You leaving the room doesn't break his heart like it does when his parents do.
Oh and let's see... all those months I spent on his sleeping routine clearly means I don't know anything about my own baby. All those chats I've had with the social workers and child specialists surely means that I need to be lectured by the mother of a child only marginally older than my own, with the only certificate of knowledge to be: "When my baby was that age". Yeah. Like 3 months ago.
I don't even know where to start. With killing B for handing Pea over to a complete stranger (what was he doing in the meantime? Making out with Floozie on the couch??), killing the woman for thinking she knows ANYTHING AT ALL about me, B or Pea, or kicking floozie's ass just for being there all the time and getting to spend time with Pes that should be reserved for B.
I don't even.. I'm so angry... so worried. So upset. So horrified and sad and crying, crying, crying. I've asked B to set some time aside for us to have a serious chat. This cannot go on. This is going to kill me. There isn't enough duct tape in the world to put my shattered heart back together again.
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That's just not on at all!
Kicking Floozie's ass wouldn't help, but I'd kick B's arse into gear for him! His child, his responcibility, it's as simple as that!
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Can't believe it!
*hugs*
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*big hugs*
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Is your husband just totally not interested in raising his child? Also that woman can drink a bit glass of STFU.
OTOH, it doesn't seem like anyone's harming or neglecting Pea in ways that matter that much at his age. You aren't going to be able to control how Pea's life is when he's not with you. If you have specific agreements with B, hold him to them. Otherwise, when Pea is away, try to do things that aren't upsetting for you.
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Honestly, it can't go on like this. B needs to be told to either get a grip OR he can kiss you AND Pea goodbye for quite some time. I mean NO court would hand Pea over to HIM, so, threatening you with a lawyer or whatever would not help him. Not that I think he'd do that. Given the way he behaves, he'd probably be RELIEVED if you told him that you're no longer going to take Pea over to him. :/
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You're doing such an awesome job building a good new life for your awesome self and your awesome baby. I hate to see you ceding power over your ability to be calm or happy to your no-good ex or to random busybodies who probably don't mean to hurt or insult you particularly.
On the one hand I'd be totally pissed if my kid's own dad kept handing over most of the caring tasks to someone else when he didn't have to. (Which he has done when we had roommates and stuff, grrr.) On the other hand a big part of the goal is just for the kids to know they have a father who loves them and likes to be around them, even if he doesn't change as many diapers as would be fair or even reasonable. And that's on top of the even more basic goal of everyone being as healthy and safe as necessary then further as healthy and safe possible without mom doing too much or dad doing too little.
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He doesn't seem to understand the basics on spending time with a child, it's not just feed, change and then send them to sleep.
(I wouldn't even do that to my horse)
It's good that you're going to have a chat to him, you really do need to, for both your sake and Pea's happiness with his father.
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