After some rumination, I’ve concluded that living a life with Ex would be fine. Fine, as long as you don’t mind being told what to do, when to do it, with whom to do it, and how. I’m finding that even now, years after we split, we still have the same problems. She does whatever the fuck she wants, and if it doesn’t fit in with others’ plans, too bad.

This has become apparent in the way that most of the things the kids tell me she plans with them end up being canceled.

It also was evident yesterday, when she informed me that she’s arbitrarily scheduled a sleepover for the kids on a Thursday night in a couple of weeks when I was supposed to get them, since they have a day off from school the next day. So, I lose the extra day I was supposed to have with them. The one she had told me I could have. Her reasoning is that she doesn’t want to cancel the horseback-riding lesson that night, that she wants the kids to spend time with her schoolmates, and that I just had them for two extra days anyway on Easter weekend. Those first two things *are* important, but not necessarily more important than them getting to spend time with their dad. The last thing is irrelevant -- it is my wish, as well as my duty, to try and spend as much time with them as I can. She didn’t even ask about the change of plans. The fact is, she’s just being a bitch because she can.

Sorry for the crass assessment, but it’s hard to see it any other way.

My mood is not helped this morning by the realization that Pinky has not got around to stopping by her place from time to time to pack up stuff she has to move out of her mom’s by the end of the month. This means that it all has to be done this weekend. Goodbye, rare weekend off.

Maybe we can find a way to enjoy the packing. Perhaps we should do a shot of tequila with every box we pack?

Oh, and I locked the poor girl out of the apartment this morning -- she was downstairs doing laundry as I went to work -- so I’m sure she’s having a wonderful day so far. I’m so brain-dead in the mornings. (As opposed to my usual "on the ball" self ;-)

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