Today, our 16-year-old called his father, trying to get his textbooks back from his father's home so that he could purchase books for this year without paying a $100.
His father didn't want him to come over. He said that he had already looked for the books and they were no where to be found. He said that our 16-year-old couldn't come over.
The conversation devolved to our 16-year-old say, "Dad, are you honestly saying that I can't go into my room to look for my school books??"
At that point, with much reluctance, he was allowed to go over to the house where, according to him, he could actually see the books before he was inside his room.
There are certain people who shouldn't be allowed to live. And if they are allowed to live, they should be forced to pay a fine of $1000 every day to every human. If they cannot pay the fine, they should be killed.
UNBEFRICKINLIEVABLE!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I agree completely. Sometimes when he pulls stuff like this, I find myself being shocked, thinking things like, "People only act like this in Meryl Streep movies, and they only act this way so that she can cry, or have a dramatic moment, and then kill them in a raft or take them to court and have them murdered by the bailiff and we all cheer her on." And the more it happens to us, the less shocking each horrible abuse becomes. The callus becomes thicker. The disillusionment with our legal system and humanity grows. To the point where all three of us-- me, my wife, our 16-year-old-- weren't completely surprised by this behavior from the ex. We couldn't have expected it to go as far as it did, but we weren't blown away by it. I kinda feel like it's like living in a war zone. Other people who live in Wisconsin and Cape Cod think it's a nightmare. And it is. But if your life is made up of bombs hitting the ground near you daily, you don't have much of a choice. You can't stop them, so you make the choice to keep going. You take the next step forward. And for the people in Wisconsin and Cape Cod, they don't really have to think about their next step. And I remember a time when I didn't have to think about my next step, too. And I was without my wife during those times. She is worth living in a war zone with. And it super sucks that I can't get her or her kids out of that war zone. So until I can, I'll live there with them. And blog about it in the hopes of going less crazy by the insanity and unceasing abuse.
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