My ex-husband is a royal ass and all niceties are off; he thinks our son should get over any potential depression, as it is kind of common and expected. He dared to say that there are some people over there for five years and we have experienced nothing, that J should learn what it means to have a job and be patriotic. What the fuck are they feeding him?
Norma is a passive-aggressive bitch who dared to make me out to be the bad guy in something of her instigating. She wrote that she was sorry I got upset for her being two minutes late. Ha! What about putting some spin on it, won't cha Norma!
She's been taking the boys to camp since July 1 and I pick them up. This week, her son is in a scout camp, so she's just been taking J. This morning, he got back from ex's visitation and went toward Norma's a little early. I figured Norma might like an early start. Well, J saw her driving away, so we assumed she forgot him. I called her cell, but it has changed and I don't have the new. So I hurriedly dressed and dashed out the door only to see Norma returning. She said she went to get gas. She said she never expected him early. I said she could have called and she replied she didn't want to disturb my sleep by calling so early. I said I do get up to get him out the door and I would prefer a call to a mad dash.
So she boiled it down that I was angry she was two minutes late. I didn't see her as two minutes late; I saw her as gone. I boil it down that I cannot read her mind and had no idea she was coming back. I've now asked for her cell number a couple times, but she has not sent it. I find the whole situation absolutely ridiculous.
So I was in a little funk and then shit started piling up. I am not in a good place.