Voicemails from 2007
So far, I've tried to keep the blog in chronological order. I've left out certain things so give you a general idea of the insanity we have to deal with. Now I'm just going to start posting things that happened during different periods.
The first year, I figured it was just typical baby mama drama; nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that was any more crazy than anything else that other people go through. We didn't document a lot then, because what was the point? The Ex was bitter, she was jealous and she was going to make our life difficult because of it. Nothing was going to change, at least not from a legal standpoint.
One voicemail I particularly recall from 2006 was when The Ex tried calling Husband; I don't remember why exactly he didn't answer, either we were eating or he didn't have his phone with him. When he listened to the voicemail, all he heard was, "F*cking [Husband] won't answer his f*cking phone.." while the kids were talking in the background. The kids were 6 and 4 years old; The Ex frequently spoke like this around them and if Husband asked her to stop, she got even more irritable.
In 2007, I started writing down the voicemails word-for-word. The first notable voicemail from 2007 was the one that The Ex left for Husband when we were at the hospital less than 24 hours after Baby Girl had been born:
“You know, it’s really pathetic that you can’t even bother to show up at your own son’s baseball game when you know how important it is to him. (We had a newborn. We didn't miss the game just to be jerks; we were in the hospital.) [Son] loves baseball. This is important to him and you can’t even show up for one game? (We went to all the other games. We missed one game because, you know, I had a baby coming out of my vagina. Sorry you were inconvenienced by that) That’s just really, really pathetic and just...yeah. (This gets better down the road) [Boyfriend] was going to take all of us to the game, and you know, it’s pretty sad that someone who’s not even related to the kids cares more about them and will do more for them than their own father.” (The kicker to all of this is that while The Ex was belittling Husband for missing one game because his child had just been born, The Ex herself did not attend that game either. What was that about caring for the kids and doing things for them?)
The next one didn't come until November, when we had taken the kids out of town for Thanksgiving, got back late and dropped them off. The Ex left Husband a message the next morning:
“[Husband], the kids said you left their hats and gloves in your truck! (Can't possibly be anyone else's fault besides Husband) They need those hats and gloves (Why don't you have extras? We only had the kids two weekends every month and even we had extra hats and gloves for them), so you’re either gonna have to drive back to [New City] (140 miles roundtrip for hats and gloves. She's serious) and give them to me, or you’re just gonna have to reimburse me for a set of hats and a set of gloves. (How much can this possibly cost? $5? Seriously?) I’m tired of paying for everything (You don't. We give you almost $400/month in child support); you say you’re going to reimburse me for stuff (No, he doesn't) and you never do, and I’m just sick and tired of it.” (The court order read clearly that Husband was to pay X amount in child support and that The Ex was 100% responsible for variable expenses. This did not stop The Ex from showing up at our house and randomly announcing that Husband owed her $20/$30/$40 at any given time for sports, clothes, or other random things.)
2007 was not the most fun, but definitely not the worst. Things really got interesting in 2008.
The first year, I figured it was just typical baby mama drama; nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that was any more crazy than anything else that other people go through. We didn't document a lot then, because what was the point? The Ex was bitter, she was jealous and she was going to make our life difficult because of it. Nothing was going to change, at least not from a legal standpoint.
One voicemail I particularly recall from 2006 was when The Ex tried calling Husband; I don't remember why exactly he didn't answer, either we were eating or he didn't have his phone with him. When he listened to the voicemail, all he heard was, "F*cking [Husband] won't answer his f*cking phone.." while the kids were talking in the background. The kids were 6 and 4 years old; The Ex frequently spoke like this around them and if Husband asked her to stop, she got even more irritable.
In 2007, I started writing down the voicemails word-for-word. The first notable voicemail from 2007 was the one that The Ex left for Husband when we were at the hospital less than 24 hours after Baby Girl had been born:
“You know, it’s really pathetic that you can’t even bother to show up at your own son’s baseball game when you know how important it is to him. (We had a newborn. We didn't miss the game just to be jerks; we were in the hospital.) [Son] loves baseball. This is important to him and you can’t even show up for one game? (We went to all the other games. We missed one game because, you know, I had a baby coming out of my vagina. Sorry you were inconvenienced by that) That’s just really, really pathetic and just...yeah. (This gets better down the road) [Boyfriend] was going to take all of us to the game, and you know, it’s pretty sad that someone who’s not even related to the kids cares more about them and will do more for them than their own father.” (The kicker to all of this is that while The Ex was belittling Husband for missing one game because his child had just been born, The Ex herself did not attend that game either. What was that about caring for the kids and doing things for them?)
The next one didn't come until November, when we had taken the kids out of town for Thanksgiving, got back late and dropped them off. The Ex left Husband a message the next morning:
“[Husband], the kids said you left their hats and gloves in your truck! (Can't possibly be anyone else's fault besides Husband) They need those hats and gloves (Why don't you have extras? We only had the kids two weekends every month and even we had extra hats and gloves for them), so you’re either gonna have to drive back to [New City] (140 miles roundtrip for hats and gloves. She's serious) and give them to me, or you’re just gonna have to reimburse me for a set of hats and a set of gloves. (How much can this possibly cost? $5? Seriously?) I’m tired of paying for everything (You don't. We give you almost $400/month in child support); you say you’re going to reimburse me for stuff (No, he doesn't) and you never do, and I’m just sick and tired of it.” (The court order read clearly that Husband was to pay X amount in child support and that The Ex was 100% responsible for variable expenses. This did not stop The Ex from showing up at our house and randomly announcing that Husband owed her $20/$30/$40 at any given time for sports, clothes, or other random things.)
2007 was not the most fun, but definitely not the worst. Things really got interesting in 2008.
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