Monday, January 30, 2012

Time to vent.

Each month I have make a visitation schedule for Douche to see our son. Because of his strange work schedule, the days are constantly rotating. Because of me taking a night Zumba class, I let Douche keep our son until I can pick him up after my work out. I almost prefer picking him up to him being dropped off. I hate seeing Douche walk quietly away from what used to be our house. It's like he's leaving me over... and over.... and over.

So I'm reading that book - It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken. Come to find out, it's not written for divorcing women with children. Because chapter 7 says "Don't see him or talk to him for 60 days." Which is totally impossible for me to do with my son. It would be different if my son didn't have special needs so that he needs escorted to the door. It's not like he can hop out of dad's van and run into our house. He needs to be brought up or he won't get out of the vehicle.

So I'm making the schedule for March right now and I've cut out some of my son's time with his dad - - just so I can pick him up from school instead of seeing Douche. As it is right now, I've got 2/3 of the month's schedule done and I already have to see Douche 6 times!! When all is said and done, I'll probably have to see him 8-9 times that month. It's horrible. I envy those single moms that can say "I get him one week, you get him the next" or those single moms who's sons can simply hop in and out of cars on their own. Not seeing Douche or talking to him is what I need right now. And I just do not see any way out of it.

Update: I just completed the visitation schedule for March. Then I compared how many times I've had to see/will see Douche in Jan, Feb and March. In Jan and Feb, I counted 10 times. I know, that's a LOT. :( BUT in March, I was able to get it down to 8. I had to cut a few of his evenings but hey, I could care less. Screw him.

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