So, we took Billy to the airport last week to send him off to his father for the yearly summer visit. After fighting with the ex all year over the visitation schedule, decision making authorities and who pays for what, it was a trip we weren’t sure he would be making. In the end, though, our strange lawyer turned out to me a super-hero and kicked some deadbeat-dad-ass; the ex pays for all transportation, cannot drink any alcohol while our son is in his possession, and only gets 30 days in the summer as opposed to the previous 80-90. We got all that we asked for, and (in true douche bag fashion) the ex threw in a “FINE – It’s just not worth it anyway!” at the end like a kid losing at hopscotch and not a man fighting to see his child. Whatever. Ass.
Either way, I still have to send my son on a plane to stay with that ‘man’ for his time and I still have to smile and pretend like I’m glad he’s having a great time playing Mature and Not Yet Rated video games and watching R and NC17 movies – not going to church and hearing his father get laughs all around for calling people ‘fagots’. Although the ass gets a sorry tale to tell about how his ex-wife screwed him (I didn’t) and how he lost everything (he didn’t), it still feels like a slap in the face to send my son to him at all.
We had to send Trevor & Veronica back the day before Billy left so they could spend their month with their mom; loosing all three at the same time feels like having your family explode and scatter all over the globe – needless to say, it makes me feel a bit shell shocked. Bella and Jack are left now, Bella ever-careful of not mentioning how she doesn’t get one of those vacations, and Jack still too little to care. Ironic, since he’s the only one that can truly enjoy never having been named in a divorce or custody battle.
Having kids is hard.
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