Within the past two weeks I have done the following:
- Worked from 8AM-5PM Monday thru Friday
- Commuted to said job 40 minutes both ways
- Found out about the death of a friend, attended the funeral and wake
- Witnessed the birth of my third grandchild after 27 hours of labor – all of which I was there for
- Taken care of my 12 and 16 year old boys except for the weekend they were with their father (from Friday night to Sunday evening) – which includes feeding them, making sure homework is done, clothes are washed, children are clean, rooms are picked up, children are happy….etc.
- Planned meals, grocery shopped (for our household of 4), cooked and served said meals
- Paid bills (some of which weren’t mine………..)
- Planned, shopped for and prepared a meal for 15 people – half of whom were my boyfriends family
- General household duties – ya know, cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning
- Homework for the 3 classes I’m taking this semester
- Had my 6 year old grandson one night for a sleepover
Suffice it to say, I’m your typical, busy single mom. So WHY on this earth do I have to endure my ex, the father of my children, making my life any more difficult? WHHHYYYYY?????
Here’s the issue: my 16 year old doesn’t like my new boyfriend. Honestly, I’m not certain he would like any man in my life that wasn’t his father. How does my ex try to help with this? By telling the 16 year old he can come live with him if he wants – in a different school district, in an unsuitable neighborhood, and with little to no supervision (from the ex). W.T.H.???? This, makes the 16 year old incredibly defiant – and why wouldn’t it? Now, he thinks he has options. And from his point of view, pretty good ones.
Here’s what happened: I receive the 16 year olds five week report from school – not good. Three, count them, THREE grades below passing.
A little background for you – the rules in my house when there are failing grades are #1. No electronics #2. You’re grounded – period.
After a conversation discussing the rules with him and telling him to hand over his phone, he gets lippy. My response: “If you don’t like it, call your father and have him come get you”. He angrily hops up, stomps off and calls his father with that “I’ll show you” look on his face.
Now, I know how this is going to go – I’ve parented with this man for over 25 years. I KNOW he doesn’t want full time kids (he never did), I KNOW he won’t come get him (it would be too much of an inconvenience) and I KNOW that somehow he will twist the situation to blame me.
Ten minutes later I find the 16 year old crying in his bedroom because his father won’t come get him. Shocking. I feel horrible for him – absolutely horrible.
I get him back downstairs to talk. He hands over his phone. He understands he’s grounded, asks “how long”. I tell him as long as it takes for him to get his grades up. He’s still crying. He’s heartbroken.
I’m heartbroken for him. This is not how it is supposed to be. The reality, however, is that it IS how it is.
Why would a parent do that to a child? Why would they tell them they could come live with them if it wasn’t true?
There it is – there’s my rant. I hate this co-parenting thing – I hate seeing my children hurt.
My hope is that they know I am always here for them. ALWAYS.
Peace and love my soul sisters.