Voicemails from 2011
2011 started out rather irritable. It think part of this was probably because I was pregnant with Baby Boy and I'm sure the kids said something to The Ex about it. We went to pick up the kids one day and Husband could hear Boyfriend saying, "Just leave it, I told you I'd put the sh*t away!" Then Husband heard The Ex yell, "Sh*t, [Daughter]!" (Who doesn't talk to their 8-year-old this way? Builds character, right?) Husband knocked on the door again, since apparently they were all too busy to answer it the first time he knocked. When we were all in the car, Husband asked the kids what had taken so long; "Mom was having us clean." (Have them clean when you know we're outside waiting. Total logic.)
A few days later, The Ex tried calling while we were in the middle of eating. Husband didn't answer, obviously. The Ex immediately tried calling back; Husband answered the phone and said we were eating dinner. The Ex replied, "Oh, that's a nice way to answer the phone!" and hung up on Husband. (We were eating dinner, what else did you want him to say? Calling twice in a row doesn't make me not busy the second time; it just makes you stupid)
One night, The Ex called:
“Hi [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. Just wanted to talk to the kids. You think you can have them call me back? Bye.”
“Hi [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. Just wanted to talk to the kids. You think you can have them call me back? Bye.”
Half an hour later:
“Hey
[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. Calling again, I wanna talk to the kids. If
they’re not with you, do you think you can call me back? Or do
your texting (Why is it "his" texting?) so you can tell me they’re not with you? (Does it matter if they are or not? Maybe they're sleeping; maybe they're at friends' houses. Why do you need to know right where they are at that very second?) I really
wanna talk to them. (That must be why you go three weeks without calling)”
I don't remember why exactly, I think the kids' were sleeping over at friends' houses that night so they didn't talk to The Ex. The next day, we went to a party for a friend who was enlisting and then went to see Monster Trucks for Husband's birthday. On the way to Monster Trucks, Husband told the kids that The Ex had called them the night before and they'd have to call her back sometime. While we were at Monster Trucks, The Ex left a voicemail:
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of the kids since yesterday! (Well, good evening to you as well) Um, I’ve called your phone a couple times and it goes straight to voicemail; I don’t know if it’s off because of a reason? (...what? "Because of a reason"? Sometimes it boggles my mind that English is the only language she speaks) I don’t know. Um, I...left a message yesterday for you to call me back or text me that the kids weren’t with you or what-not and why they couldn’t talk to me. (Because they weren't here to talk to you. That's why they "couldn't" talk to you) I don’t know...how come your phone’s off or what-not. (Maybe if you keep saying you don't know why his phone is off, you'll figure out why it's off. Or just keep saying "what-not" because you think it makes you sound intelligent) I don’t know if you wanna go back to court (For what, exactly?) because it does say that I can call the kids and it....at reasonable times. Well?! I think it’s reasonable up until eight-thirty (Good for you; bedtime at our house is 8pm) and I know they’re up after nine (No, they're not) ‘cause you guys have called me just before nine sometimes. (Maybe Husband has. The kids have not) So, I...I’m upset! I’m upset ‘cause I miss the kids, and I wanna talk to them! (Then maybe stop leaving them with your sister or parents on your placement weekends) And...almost all the time since I’ve called, you don’t answer! (You've called three times in the last 24 hours. Three calls is "all the time." The kids weren't here for the first two calls, and we were inside a noisy arena for the last call) And it’s kind of getting nerve-wracking, and I’m tired of it! (A missed phone call is "nerve-wracking," is everyone paying attention?) And it does say in our court papers, I can call the kids! (Nobody is arguing that) You better start answering the phone! (...are you threatening me?) I wanna talk to the kids, have them call me back!”
We didn't get this message until almost 10pm; we told the kids their mom had called and asked if they wanted to call her back. The kids said no, it was late and she was probably at work. We told the kids it was Saturday, so their mom should have off. The kids said that sometimes The Ex had to work on weekends (This was the first we heard about it. She's got the kids three weekends a month, and she's working weekends?)
We had the kids call The Ex back the next morning. The Ex immediately began complaining to Son that she had been trying to call him. Son said we had been at Monster Trucks. The Ex said she called on Friday too; Son said that he had been at a friend's house. The Ex said, "Well, I left Dad a message telling him to call me back and tell me what was going on and he didn’t do that. He doesn’t answer when I call and that hurts me." (This is her mantra - Husband is always "hurting" her) The Ex got on the phone with Daughter and repeated the same thing.
The Ex then asked to speak to Husband. Husband got on the phone and The Ex asked if they could switch transportation; she wanted Husband to drop the kids off on Friday instead of her picking them up. Then she said, “Then I’ll drop them off by you Sunday night, because I’m not sure what time we’re getting home.” Husband told her it didn't matter what time she got home; she either needed to be home by 6pm so he could pick the kids up or she needed to drop the kids off by 6pm. The Ex began complaining that Husband was "always running late" when he picked up the kids (Okay, but he's not. And even if he was, that doesn't give you the right to change the exchange time at your leisure) and said Husband never called to say he was late. Husband told The Ex that if he was late, it was only by 5 or 10 minutes; The Ex argued no, it was not. Husband asked what difference it made; The Ex replied, "Would you stop yelling at me?!" (The tone and volume of Husband's voice had not changed since they began talking)
That weekend, The Ex called Sunday afternoon and asked Husband if he would pick the kids up later. (Didn't we just go over this a week ago?) Husband told her no; he would be there at 6pm, like he had told her earlier. The Ex complained that they weren't going to eat dinner until 6 or 6:30pm. Husband repeated he would be there at 6pm (Why does she insist on doing this? Like we're going to say, "Oh, you're eating late? Okay, we'll just rearrange our entire schedule because you intentionally plan things when you know we're supposed to be picking up the kids)
Five days later:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. I was just calling ‘cause um...Dad’s gonna be getting the kids, and I wanna make sure that you send their snowpants and boots and some extra gloves and hats. Not extra but as long as they have them. So...give me a call back if you don’t get this. I just don’t want you to forget it in [my name's] car or whatever, wherever they have it. Talk to you later, bye.” (We had stopped sending this stuff to The Ex's house. The last time that we had, The Ex left everything at her parents' place in Hometown and drove back to New City. We went to pick the kids up, had to drive all the way over to Hometown to pick up the snowpants, boots and gloves, and then drive home. It was snowy and the roads sucked; we didn't get home until after 8pm that night and the kids had to go straight to bed. She was paying a reduced amount in child support and had the kids three weekends a month; she could afford to buy them snowpants herself)
A month and a half later, our friend lost his son. Husband called both The Ex and her mom, told them we were not going to be home at the exchange time and that the kids could be picked up at his sister's house, (Which was closer for all of them, anyway) We were at the wake and The Ex left a voicemail:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’m just calling to let you know that uh, Mom & Dad are at the [our city] Police Department. (Why? We told you we weren't going to be there) Um...I guess the police are waiting to hear what you’re gonna do. (Get done at the funeral and pick up Baby Girl) I’ve called you three times. Um...I gotta call them back since you didn’t...um....call....or answer. (Since when does a civilian have to make contact for a police officer?) You’re....obviously ignoring my phone calls like you did earlier when I tried to call you. (No, we're obviously at a funeral) Um....so I just want to let you know they’re filling out a report, and...I’m just gonna report to the police officer that you didn’t answer and I tried calling you three times. Bye.”
Five minutes later:
“Hey, this is [The Ex's mom and dad]. We’re at your house in [our city] to pick up the kids; they weren’t there. (Right - exactly like we told you they would not be) [The Ex's dad] and I went to the police department to file a report. Now you won’t answer the phone so we can find out what’s going on. So....I don’t know; you guys gotta get your stuff together. (My stuff is together just fine, thank you) I TOLD you we were gonna be in [our city] anyways. (And Husband TOLD you we weren't going to be there) Bye.”
We left the funeral, got these voicemails and sighed. We started driving back to Husband's sister's house to pick up Baby Girl and Husband called the police in our city. The officer on duty got on the phone and told Husband that no one called him over a custody dispute, he had not been to our house and he was not going to go to our house. (So short and simple, The Ex and her mom are both liars)
While Husband was talking to the officer, The Ex called him again from her parents' house and left another voicemail:
“You know, this is pretty mean of you! (Having the kids ready at exchange time and telling you where they will be is mean? Okay then, I guess Husband is mean.) I’m supposed to get the kids by 5; I don’t know where [Husband's sister] lives! I’ve been there, yeah! But I don’t know what road it’s down! (Wait....what? You've been there but you don't know where you were?) I probably have to drive down a couple streets just to find it! (She had to leave her parents house and take one left turn. That was it) I’m upset with you; you’re not answering your phone! This is totally wrong, what you’re doing - completely wrong! You call me back ‘cause I wanna talk to my kids and I wanna pick them up!” (Now they are "her" kids. And she wants to pick them up so badly, that's why her parents are at our house and she is sitting in Hometown doing nothing right now)
About a month later, The Ex left a voicemail:
“Hey [Husband]. You think you can call me back right away? I need to talk to you and I wanna talk to the kids. Bye.” (Because everything is an emergency and The Ex takes precedent over anything and everything else.) Husband called her back; she asked to pick the kids up in the morning. Husband told her no, because the kids had school. The Ex replied, “Well, I know a lot of kids that go to parochial school and they all have off tomorrow.” (No, she doesn't. Her nieces and nephews go to public school; her neighbor's kids go to public school. She literally knows no children that go to parochial school other than Son and Daughter. That aside, it doesn't change the fact that Son and Daughter have school. Get over it.)
Easter rolled around. We showed up to pick up the kids; they had to go inside and change because The Ex won't let them wear "her" clothes back to our house. Husband told The Ex he was upset; he had to wait every week because she never had the kids ready on time. The Ex must have immediately called her mommy and complained because as we were driving home, we went through a dead zone and suddenly, Husband had a new voicemail:
“Hey, it’s me [The Ex's mom]. I’m just calling ‘cause I’m getting a little upset. (What? Why are you upset?) You guys just take...you and [The Ex] are both taking everything out on these kids. (...what just happened here?) They had a pretty nice time today. They actually wanted to stay the night because we were having so much fun. And you guys....all you do every time you see each other is fight, fight, fight and these kids feel like it’s their fault. (We have never told the kids that anything is their fault. Husband won't argue with The Ex in front of them because it does nothing but hurt them. The Ex, on the other hand, likes to blame Husband for everything and tell the kids that nothing is her fault) I know you’re not answering because you know I’m calling. (Right. Because you're sitting in the car with us. You know exactly how much reception Husband's phone does or does not have) But you guys make the kids feel so bad. And you wonder why...why they act the way they do. (They behave when we have them, so I have no idea what you're talking about) They’re not...it’s not their fault that you and [The Ex] are no longer together. (What are you talking about???) You gotta treat ‘em...decent. I’m sorry for calling but I’ve...I’m...can’t believe this is going on with these poor kids. And it’s Easter. Goodbye."
About a month later:
“Hey [Husband], I’m only calling to talk to the kids. Um, you’re not answering; I’ve called twice. Pretty sure you’re gonna call me back tonight or tomorrow and say your phone was in the truck. Can you please have the kids call me? Bye.” (I love how she always "knows" what Husband is thinking or feeling or what he's going to do. She is just so, so smart)
A little while later:
“Hey [my name], it’s [The Ex]. I’ve been trying to get a hold of the kids. [Husband’s] not answering his phone. You think you can have the kids give me a call?” (We were visiting with family who had come from out-of-state but we did have the kids call her back. Take note: The Ex is okay with calling my phone when she wants to talk to the kids)
A week later, Husband sent The Ex a text message asking her to please let him know who would be babysitting for the kids when she had summer placement; the court order said that she would provide this information. She was getting the kids the next day and we had no idea who was supposed to be watching them. The next morning, The Ex left a voicemail:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. You’re probably at work. Um...I got your text, but you know....you should know already, I don’t text. (You have the ability to text; you make the choice not to) And number two, I called you back; you didn’t call me. (She had called the night before when Husband didn't have his phone on him, but didn't leave this info the night before) And number three, you have [The Ex’s neighbor's] name...full name and um, phone number. You had it from Spring Break (No, we didn't. The Ex never said her neighbor was watching the kids. The Ex said that her sister and one of Boyfriend's relatives were both going to be watching the kids), even though she even didn’t watch ‘em at all. I was off, I ended up taking work off. (If you took off of work, then why did the kids spend the entire week at your parents' place?) Um...but...you know it’s [neighbor's full name]. I’m driving, I don’t wanna look at the phone right now. But...I will give you the number when you either pick the kids up or if you give me a call at your first break. I have a doctor’s appointment today so I’m gonna try to get my sleep in. Um...but yeah. I did try calling you, I just wanted to let you know, so...we’ll see you at 5 if I don’t hear from you and I will give it to you then. Alright? Bye.”
About a week later, Father's Day rolled around. The Ex was supposed to drop the kids off at 9am. Instead, her mom left a voicemail at 9:03am:
“[Husband], it’s me [The Ex's mom]. We’re in town here with the kids but they’re not quite done eating so, as soon as they get done eating we’ll bring them over. We’re down at the [name of place] restaurant....in, here in uh, [School City]... (someone in the background says “[our city]”) [our city]. Bye.”
Then The Ex calls Husband, says they're not done eating. Husband says they should have already been at our house. The Ex tells him to come get the kids. Husband says that's not the point; they were supposed to be dropped off at 9am, not whenever The Ex finished eating. Husband said if the kids got dropped off late, then he would bring them back late. The Ex said, "No you're not!" and repeated she'd drop the kids off when they were done eating.
The kids were about 15 minutes late, so we took them back late. We were already in New City when The Ex left a voicemail:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. It’s 15 minutes after 8; it’s not later than that now. ("It's not later than that now" - sometimes I repeat these phrases of hers out loud and chuckle to myself at her stupidity) You don’t have the kids home. (You're right, we don't) I was 14 minutes late dropping them off and I actually had a legitimate reason why. (I'm not sure if she doesn't understand what "legitimate" means or if she is so absurdly selfish that she actually believes her desire to eat breakfast is a legitimate reason to interfere with Husband's placement) So....where are you? If you don’t call me back in one minute, I’m calling the police.” (And you're going to tell them what, exactly? You dropped the kids off late, you were told we were bringing them back late because of it, and now you're mad because we're late?)
Three weeks later, The Ex left a voicemail at 1:02pm:
“Hey [Husband], it’s me [The Ex]. Just wanted to talk to the kids. Um...taking [daughter with Boyfriend] swimming here in the next 15 minutes so I’ll probably end up leaving my phone in the car. Um...so if you wanna have them call me after dinner, I’m home all day. So...talk to you later. Bye.” (Okay, so have the kids call after dinner. We can do that)
At 4:29pm:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’m trying to get a hold of the kids so I can say hi. Have them call me as soon as possible.” (What happened to "after dinner"?)
Three days after this:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I was calling to talk to you and the kids. Um...I would like the kids’ clothes back that they wore there. [Daughter’s] was all brand new; I’m not sure what...um...[Son] wore. But he does have some new clothes, so I don’t know what he wore, but...appreciate it if it is dirty just to shove it in a bag, please? Um...so gimme a call back so I can make sure you know and I wanna talk to the kids. Bye.” (Heaven forbid she buy them anything to keep at our house. She needs those clothes!!!)
Less than a month later, football started. The Ex said she wasn't going to bring Son to his practices, which were mandatory. Husband told The Ex, both by phone and in a letter, that since she stated she was not going to follow the court order, he would not be bringing the kids back to her. Tuesday morning at 5:40am:
“Hey, it’s...[The Ex]. Um...I just wanted to call you to tell you that I notified the police. They wanna know what you’re going to be doing with the kids. Um...I don’t know. You’re not answering your phone; I know you’re up getting ready for work. The kids say you’re gone before they get up, and...they say they get up about 6:30. And they’ve called me a little after that time before, and you’ve been gone, so...call me back. I wanna know what’s happening; I wanna relay this back to the police. Bye.”
Then at 5:54am:
“Hello, this is [police officer] with the [New City] Police Department. Trying to reach [Husband's full name]. The reason for my call is I’m speaking to [The Ex's full name]; your court-ordered paperwork indicates you were supposed to have returned [Son] and [Daughter] to her by 5pm on Monday, which you did not. She showed me the letter you sent her which said you would not be returning the kids because she did not want to agree with the football for [Son]. At this point, um...you could be charged with interference with custody by a parent. You need to make arrangements to return [Son] and [Daughter] back to [The Ex] as soon as possible; contact her. I will be working until 7am this morning, otherwise you can speak to another officer at the [New City] Police Department. The phone number is [XXX-XXX-XXXX].”
At 6:02am on my phone:
“Hello, this is [police officer] with the [New City] Police Department. This message is for [my name]. I’m calling in regards to [Husband] not returning [Son] and [Daughter] to [The Ex] in [New City] as agreed upon in the court order. Um, at this point he’s in violation of that and could be arrested on a felony charge for interfering with child custody. When you speak to him, let him know he needs to make arrangements as soon as possible to return the kids. Any questions, contact the [New City] Police Department; phone number’s [XXX-XXX-XXXX].”
I called back as soon as I got this voicemail; dispatch said she'd send a note to the officer's computer asking him to call me back. He never did (Because he probably knew this was a complete waste of time)
Then at 9:45am, The Ex left another voicemail:
“Hey, you have a lot of people trying to get a hold of you (Not really. Only you and one officer called. I wouldn't call that "a lot of people"); I don’t know why you’re not answering your phone. Um, I don’t think you’re at work ‘cause usually when I call you and you’re at work, your phone is off. Um...can you please give me a call? I want to talk about the kids, I want to know why you haven’t returned them. I like the letter that you sent. (The letter explained why the kids weren't returned. You acknowledge receiving the letter immediately after saying you want to know why the kids haven't been brought back. You are a special kind of stupid, aren't ya?) You...I know I left you a message earlier this morning ‘cause I had called the police and uh...so you know about that. And he’s left messages for you and for [my name], so...I’m still waiting.” (What are you waiting for? We told you in writing why the kids are not being brought back to you. There's nothing to discuss)
The Ex called again at 5:22pm:
“Hey, I wish you would answer my phone calls. I’d like to talk to the kids. (Now she wants to talk to the kids. This is the third message she's left in 24 hours.) I know you have [Son] at practice; what about [Daughter]? You don’t get...not getting my calls? You’re not returning them? (Why would we call you back? To listen to you complain and try to fight with Husband? Why would we want to put up with that?) I know you had to have listened to them. (You don't know that. Maybe Husband dropped his phone in the sink, maybe he lost it, maybe he died. You really don't know that he's listened to your messages, now do you?)”
At the end of football season, The Ex left Husband a voicemail:
“Hey, it’s me [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to the kids hopefully before they went to bed. (She called at 8:36pm. The kids had been in bed for half an hour already) And to let you know that Dad will be there tomorrow to get the kids at 5. So, um....since I told you I wasn’t sure if he was gonna get ‘em Friday or pick ‘em up Saturday after his game. Or go to his game, so...but no, we’re gonna pick ‘em up Friday at 5. Um, if they’re not sleeping, have ‘em give me a call. Bye.” (Husband then had to call The Ex back, remind her that Son's team was having their pizza party at 7pm on Friday and this was why they were going to pick the kids up Saturday morning instead of Friday night. Way to pay attention to your kids and what's going on in their lives...)
About a week and a half later:
“Hi [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’d like to talk to the kids, see how they’re doing. We have a family emergency so I want to talk to them before I head out. Bye.” (Her dad was in the hospital out-of-state; she was driving to go see him, even though her income had been significantly reduced by her pregnancy)
A week or so after that:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to you and the kids. If you can give me a call back. Um, before you pick up the kids, I can talk to you first. Don’t matter. Talk to you later. Bye.” (Husband called her back; she wanted him to agree to have child support reduced because her income had been reduced. Husband told her no; she had bought a brand-new vehicle five months before so child support shouldn't be an issue.)
Two weeks later:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. Um, I’m just calling ‘cause, ah....I’m not sure when you’re done with work. (She was calling 15 minutes before Husband got out of work. His schedule had been the same for almost 5 years) But anyways, um...call me when you get this right away. I was hoping maybe you would let me pick them up like, twenty minutes early, if possible. And on top of that, I need you to let [Daughter] bring her shoes that I let her take home. The brown dress ones? ‘Cause she needs to wear them on Sunday, so...she said she’s not sure where they are and I completely forgot to tell you on Sunday when you picked them up. But, uh...we’re leaving [other city]. We’re kinda early than I expected. So um, if you’re okay with that, let me know please. Call me anyways. Bye.” (Again, let's just half-ass everything and then let Husband figure it out. That's totally cool. Husband had told The Ex in the past that early pick-up wasn't going to work because we never knew if the kids would have homework or not; this particular weekend, Son only got one of two subjects completed because The Ex was already waiting at our house when Husband came to pick them up and take them home)
The Ex later asked if she could pick the kids up early for Thanksgiving. Husband told her he'd check what we had going on and call her on Monday. Monday came, Husband called - The Ex's phone was shut off. A little after 9:30pm:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. Um, I’m on my way home so I should have my phone soon if you call me back. Um...otherwise you can call me when you go to work early in the morning, too. I should hear my phone, leave me a message. But um, I wanted to know when I could get the kids...if I can pick them up at 4 o’clock at [my name’s] work. Um...please let me! It would just be nice to...get home at a decent time. (Oh, would it? You're right, that would be nice to get home at a decent time. Imagine how we feel every Sunday having to drive back in the dark at 6pm because you moved 70 miles away) Um...if you want, send his homework. You know, we can work on it. (Riiiight. You couldn't figure out third grade math; how are you going to figure out sixth grade math?) Otherwise, um...just let me know. Call me back. Bye.”
One night, The Ex left a voicemail at 7:26pm:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to the kids. Um...you think you can have them call me back? Bye.”
At 8:40pm:
“Hey, it’s me! Um, I wanted to talk to the kids before they went to sleep! (They've been in bed for 40 minutes) I called you about an hour ago, if not more! Not sure when; I’ll have to look at the phone, but...um, probably be awake. I’m giving everyone baths (Who cares? Honestly, who cares that you're giving your kids baths?), so...give me a call back for the kids! Bye.”
Before Christmas, The Ex had asked about picking the kids up early. Husband called her to tell her that she could pick them up at 5pm like the regular schedule. The Ex got angry and told Husband that the court order said she could pick the kids up directly from school (Then why have you been coming at 5pm for over a year now?) and said she was going to bring the court order and show up with the police at the kids' school (Clearly, this would be done in the children's best interest. I mean, who wouldn't want their mom showing up at school with a police officer, in front of all of your friends and teachers, arguing over when she was supposed to have placement of you???) Husband said he wasn't going to argue, he would see her at 5pm, said goodbye and hung up.
The Ex called back:
“Real, real smart hanging up on me! (Actually, it was. Argument avoided, yay!) And no, I will not pick them up at 5; I’ll be picking them up at 11:30. (Nope.) And no, you won’t be picking them up that Sunday; you won’t pick them up til next Friday. So I’ll have ‘em for a full week. And, I wanna talk to the kids. (First time she said this that day) So, call me back ‘cause you’re keeping them from me. (How do you figure?) Don’t forget, you’re not supposed to do that."
Husband called back, said he wasn't going to argue with her, she could get the kids at 5pm; The Ex told him he was being a bad parent, screamed at him for "not letting her talk to the kids" and screamed some more because the kids were taking their time coming down the stairs. Husband put the kids on the phone; first thing out of The Ex's mouth is, "Dad's not letting me get you early on Friday." Husband took the phone away and told The Ex that if she was going to put the kids in the middle, he was going to end the conversation. The Ex talked to both kids, they hung up and a little while later, the kids went to bed.
Then The Ex calls again:
"It’s [The Ex]. I need you to call me back. Mom just called me and I need to talk to you. Bye.”
Husband called her back; she said her dad was having his leg amputated below the knee on Thursday morning. Husband said he was sorry to hear that. The Ex said, "So can I get the kids early on Friday?" (She is truly this despicable and selfish. Her dad is losing his limb, and she's trying to use it as leverage to get what she wants.) Husband said no, she could pick them up at 5pm. The Ex complained that she wanted the kids early so they could spend Christmas with her father. Husband said that was fine; Christmas Eve was on Saturday and she would have the kids then. The Ex said, “Well, I’m probably not going on Saturday. I have two other parties to go to.” (So she wants to get the kids early so they can spend not-Christmas with their grandpa, in order for her to spend actual Christmas at parties not with her father. Got it) The Ex asked again if she could pick up the kids early on Friday; Husband told her no. The Ex told Husband he was "such a piece of sh*t" and hung up on him (That's the Christmas spirit...)
A few minutes later, The Ex's sister sent me a text:
"I’m not getting in the middle of crap with [The Ex] but she is not lying about my dad having his leg apputated tomorrow. We just found out. That’s y she wanted kids early. U never kno what can happen. I kno she’s done things but that was not rite to think the worst. She wouldn’t lie about that. Just so u guys kno. I will let u kno" (Omg, am I reading this right??)
I texted back:
"First of all, we’re sorry about your dad. Secondly, we never once said she was lying, idk what she told you. The kids have school Friday morning. [Husband] called her just before eight to tell her she could get them at the scheduled time on Friday. She started arguing with him, telling him she was going to show up at the school with the police. [Husband] let her talk to the kids, she starts badmouthing [Husband] to [Son]. Then she calls back 45 minutes later, says she just found out about your dad and wants to pick them up early on Friday to spend christmas with him. [Husband] says they will be able to since she has them for the next week, she says she has two parties to go to on Saturday. Nobody ever implied she was making anything up."
Her sister replies:
"I don’t think we will be having christmas on Sunday. She called crying about [Husband] not letting her have kids early fri and she did say [Husband] said she was probably lieing to get kids early. Sorry for pryin but I’m so stressed with dad and [sister's husband's] gpa dieing and [sister's husband's] own health. [The Ex] does blow things way up and I should have known better. Again I’m sorry!!! U guys are great raising your children. Luv u guys" (So at least one member of this screwed up family has a soul)
Forty-five minutes after The Ex hung up on Husband, her mom texts him:
"Can you have the kids call? I want to tell them about grandpa" (Husband texted back that the kids had been in bed for an hour and half, he would have them call in the morning before their grandpa went in for surgery. At the end of all of this ridiculous arguing, The Ex was almost 20 minutes late picking the kids up)
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of the kids since yesterday! (Well, good evening to you as well) Um, I’ve called your phone a couple times and it goes straight to voicemail; I don’t know if it’s off because of a reason? (...what? "Because of a reason"? Sometimes it boggles my mind that English is the only language she speaks) I don’t know. Um, I...left a message yesterday for you to call me back or text me that the kids weren’t with you or what-not and why they couldn’t talk to me. (Because they weren't here to talk to you. That's why they "couldn't" talk to you) I don’t know...how come your phone’s off or what-not. (Maybe if you keep saying you don't know why his phone is off, you'll figure out why it's off. Or just keep saying "what-not" because you think it makes you sound intelligent) I don’t know if you wanna go back to court (For what, exactly?) because it does say that I can call the kids and it....at reasonable times. Well?! I think it’s reasonable up until eight-thirty (Good for you; bedtime at our house is 8pm) and I know they’re up after nine (No, they're not) ‘cause you guys have called me just before nine sometimes. (Maybe Husband has. The kids have not) So, I...I’m upset! I’m upset ‘cause I miss the kids, and I wanna talk to them! (Then maybe stop leaving them with your sister or parents on your placement weekends) And...almost all the time since I’ve called, you don’t answer! (You've called three times in the last 24 hours. Three calls is "all the time." The kids weren't here for the first two calls, and we were inside a noisy arena for the last call) And it’s kind of getting nerve-wracking, and I’m tired of it! (A missed phone call is "nerve-wracking," is everyone paying attention?) And it does say in our court papers, I can call the kids! (Nobody is arguing that) You better start answering the phone! (...are you threatening me?) I wanna talk to the kids, have them call me back!”
We didn't get this message until almost 10pm; we told the kids their mom had called and asked if they wanted to call her back. The kids said no, it was late and she was probably at work. We told the kids it was Saturday, so their mom should have off. The kids said that sometimes The Ex had to work on weekends (This was the first we heard about it. She's got the kids three weekends a month, and she's working weekends?)
We had the kids call The Ex back the next morning. The Ex immediately began complaining to Son that she had been trying to call him. Son said we had been at Monster Trucks. The Ex said she called on Friday too; Son said that he had been at a friend's house. The Ex said, "Well, I left Dad a message telling him to call me back and tell me what was going on and he didn’t do that. He doesn’t answer when I call and that hurts me." (This is her mantra - Husband is always "hurting" her) The Ex got on the phone with Daughter and repeated the same thing.
The Ex then asked to speak to Husband. Husband got on the phone and The Ex asked if they could switch transportation; she wanted Husband to drop the kids off on Friday instead of her picking them up. Then she said, “Then I’ll drop them off by you Sunday night, because I’m not sure what time we’re getting home.” Husband told her it didn't matter what time she got home; she either needed to be home by 6pm so he could pick the kids up or she needed to drop the kids off by 6pm. The Ex began complaining that Husband was "always running late" when he picked up the kids (Okay, but he's not. And even if he was, that doesn't give you the right to change the exchange time at your leisure) and said Husband never called to say he was late. Husband told The Ex that if he was late, it was only by 5 or 10 minutes; The Ex argued no, it was not. Husband asked what difference it made; The Ex replied, "Would you stop yelling at me?!" (The tone and volume of Husband's voice had not changed since they began talking)
That weekend, The Ex called Sunday afternoon and asked Husband if he would pick the kids up later. (Didn't we just go over this a week ago?) Husband told her no; he would be there at 6pm, like he had told her earlier. The Ex complained that they weren't going to eat dinner until 6 or 6:30pm. Husband repeated he would be there at 6pm (Why does she insist on doing this? Like we're going to say, "Oh, you're eating late? Okay, we'll just rearrange our entire schedule because you intentionally plan things when you know we're supposed to be picking up the kids)
Five days later:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. I was just calling ‘cause um...Dad’s gonna be getting the kids, and I wanna make sure that you send their snowpants and boots and some extra gloves and hats. Not extra but as long as they have them. So...give me a call back if you don’t get this. I just don’t want you to forget it in [my name's] car or whatever, wherever they have it. Talk to you later, bye.” (We had stopped sending this stuff to The Ex's house. The last time that we had, The Ex left everything at her parents' place in Hometown and drove back to New City. We went to pick the kids up, had to drive all the way over to Hometown to pick up the snowpants, boots and gloves, and then drive home. It was snowy and the roads sucked; we didn't get home until after 8pm that night and the kids had to go straight to bed. She was paying a reduced amount in child support and had the kids three weekends a month; she could afford to buy them snowpants herself)
A month and a half later, our friend lost his son. Husband called both The Ex and her mom, told them we were not going to be home at the exchange time and that the kids could be picked up at his sister's house, (Which was closer for all of them, anyway) We were at the wake and The Ex left a voicemail:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’m just calling to let you know that uh, Mom & Dad are at the [our city] Police Department. (Why? We told you we weren't going to be there) Um...I guess the police are waiting to hear what you’re gonna do. (Get done at the funeral and pick up Baby Girl) I’ve called you three times. Um...I gotta call them back since you didn’t...um....call....or answer. (Since when does a civilian have to make contact for a police officer?) You’re....obviously ignoring my phone calls like you did earlier when I tried to call you. (No, we're obviously at a funeral) Um....so I just want to let you know they’re filling out a report, and...I’m just gonna report to the police officer that you didn’t answer and I tried calling you three times. Bye.”
Five minutes later:
“Hey, this is [The Ex's mom and dad]. We’re at your house in [our city] to pick up the kids; they weren’t there. (Right - exactly like we told you they would not be) [The Ex's dad] and I went to the police department to file a report. Now you won’t answer the phone so we can find out what’s going on. So....I don’t know; you guys gotta get your stuff together. (My stuff is together just fine, thank you) I TOLD you we were gonna be in [our city] anyways. (And Husband TOLD you we weren't going to be there) Bye.”
We left the funeral, got these voicemails and sighed. We started driving back to Husband's sister's house to pick up Baby Girl and Husband called the police in our city. The officer on duty got on the phone and told Husband that no one called him over a custody dispute, he had not been to our house and he was not going to go to our house. (So short and simple, The Ex and her mom are both liars)
While Husband was talking to the officer, The Ex called him again from her parents' house and left another voicemail:
“You know, this is pretty mean of you! (Having the kids ready at exchange time and telling you where they will be is mean? Okay then, I guess Husband is mean.) I’m supposed to get the kids by 5; I don’t know where [Husband's sister] lives! I’ve been there, yeah! But I don’t know what road it’s down! (Wait....what? You've been there but you don't know where you were?) I probably have to drive down a couple streets just to find it! (She had to leave her parents house and take one left turn. That was it) I’m upset with you; you’re not answering your phone! This is totally wrong, what you’re doing - completely wrong! You call me back ‘cause I wanna talk to my kids and I wanna pick them up!” (Now they are "her" kids. And she wants to pick them up so badly, that's why her parents are at our house and she is sitting in Hometown doing nothing right now)
About a month later, The Ex left a voicemail:
“Hey [Husband]. You think you can call me back right away? I need to talk to you and I wanna talk to the kids. Bye.” (Because everything is an emergency and The Ex takes precedent over anything and everything else.) Husband called her back; she asked to pick the kids up in the morning. Husband told her no, because the kids had school. The Ex replied, “Well, I know a lot of kids that go to parochial school and they all have off tomorrow.” (No, she doesn't. Her nieces and nephews go to public school; her neighbor's kids go to public school. She literally knows no children that go to parochial school other than Son and Daughter. That aside, it doesn't change the fact that Son and Daughter have school. Get over it.)
Easter rolled around. We showed up to pick up the kids; they had to go inside and change because The Ex won't let them wear "her" clothes back to our house. Husband told The Ex he was upset; he had to wait every week because she never had the kids ready on time. The Ex must have immediately called her mommy and complained because as we were driving home, we went through a dead zone and suddenly, Husband had a new voicemail:
“Hey, it’s me [The Ex's mom]. I’m just calling ‘cause I’m getting a little upset. (What? Why are you upset?) You guys just take...you and [The Ex] are both taking everything out on these kids. (...what just happened here?) They had a pretty nice time today. They actually wanted to stay the night because we were having so much fun. And you guys....all you do every time you see each other is fight, fight, fight and these kids feel like it’s their fault. (We have never told the kids that anything is their fault. Husband won't argue with The Ex in front of them because it does nothing but hurt them. The Ex, on the other hand, likes to blame Husband for everything and tell the kids that nothing is her fault) I know you’re not answering because you know I’m calling. (Right. Because you're sitting in the car with us. You know exactly how much reception Husband's phone does or does not have) But you guys make the kids feel so bad. And you wonder why...why they act the way they do. (They behave when we have them, so I have no idea what you're talking about) They’re not...it’s not their fault that you and [The Ex] are no longer together. (What are you talking about???) You gotta treat ‘em...decent. I’m sorry for calling but I’ve...I’m...can’t believe this is going on with these poor kids. And it’s Easter. Goodbye."
About a month later:
“Hey [Husband], I’m only calling to talk to the kids. Um, you’re not answering; I’ve called twice. Pretty sure you’re gonna call me back tonight or tomorrow and say your phone was in the truck. Can you please have the kids call me? Bye.” (I love how she always "knows" what Husband is thinking or feeling or what he's going to do. She is just so, so smart)
A little while later:
“Hey [my name], it’s [The Ex]. I’ve been trying to get a hold of the kids. [Husband’s] not answering his phone. You think you can have the kids give me a call?” (We were visiting with family who had come from out-of-state but we did have the kids call her back. Take note: The Ex is okay with calling my phone when she wants to talk to the kids)
A week later, Husband sent The Ex a text message asking her to please let him know who would be babysitting for the kids when she had summer placement; the court order said that she would provide this information. She was getting the kids the next day and we had no idea who was supposed to be watching them. The next morning, The Ex left a voicemail:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. You’re probably at work. Um...I got your text, but you know....you should know already, I don’t text. (You have the ability to text; you make the choice not to) And number two, I called you back; you didn’t call me. (She had called the night before when Husband didn't have his phone on him, but didn't leave this info the night before) And number three, you have [The Ex’s neighbor's] name...full name and um, phone number. You had it from Spring Break (No, we didn't. The Ex never said her neighbor was watching the kids. The Ex said that her sister and one of Boyfriend's relatives were both going to be watching the kids), even though she even didn’t watch ‘em at all. I was off, I ended up taking work off. (If you took off of work, then why did the kids spend the entire week at your parents' place?) Um...but...you know it’s [neighbor's full name]. I’m driving, I don’t wanna look at the phone right now. But...I will give you the number when you either pick the kids up or if you give me a call at your first break. I have a doctor’s appointment today so I’m gonna try to get my sleep in. Um...but yeah. I did try calling you, I just wanted to let you know, so...we’ll see you at 5 if I don’t hear from you and I will give it to you then. Alright? Bye.”
About a week later, Father's Day rolled around. The Ex was supposed to drop the kids off at 9am. Instead, her mom left a voicemail at 9:03am:
“[Husband], it’s me [The Ex's mom]. We’re in town here with the kids but they’re not quite done eating so, as soon as they get done eating we’ll bring them over. We’re down at the [name of place] restaurant....in, here in uh, [School City]... (someone in the background says “[our city]”) [our city]. Bye.”
Then The Ex calls Husband, says they're not done eating. Husband says they should have already been at our house. The Ex tells him to come get the kids. Husband says that's not the point; they were supposed to be dropped off at 9am, not whenever The Ex finished eating. Husband said if the kids got dropped off late, then he would bring them back late. The Ex said, "No you're not!" and repeated she'd drop the kids off when they were done eating.
The kids were about 15 minutes late, so we took them back late. We were already in New City when The Ex left a voicemail:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. It’s 15 minutes after 8; it’s not later than that now. ("It's not later than that now" - sometimes I repeat these phrases of hers out loud and chuckle to myself at her stupidity) You don’t have the kids home. (You're right, we don't) I was 14 minutes late dropping them off and I actually had a legitimate reason why. (I'm not sure if she doesn't understand what "legitimate" means or if she is so absurdly selfish that she actually believes her desire to eat breakfast is a legitimate reason to interfere with Husband's placement) So....where are you? If you don’t call me back in one minute, I’m calling the police.” (And you're going to tell them what, exactly? You dropped the kids off late, you were told we were bringing them back late because of it, and now you're mad because we're late?)
Three weeks later, The Ex left a voicemail at 1:02pm:
“Hey [Husband], it’s me [The Ex]. Just wanted to talk to the kids. Um...taking [daughter with Boyfriend] swimming here in the next 15 minutes so I’ll probably end up leaving my phone in the car. Um...so if you wanna have them call me after dinner, I’m home all day. So...talk to you later. Bye.” (Okay, so have the kids call after dinner. We can do that)
At 4:29pm:
“[Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’m trying to get a hold of the kids so I can say hi. Have them call me as soon as possible.” (What happened to "after dinner"?)
Three days after this:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I was calling to talk to you and the kids. Um...I would like the kids’ clothes back that they wore there. [Daughter’s] was all brand new; I’m not sure what...um...[Son] wore. But he does have some new clothes, so I don’t know what he wore, but...appreciate it if it is dirty just to shove it in a bag, please? Um...so gimme a call back so I can make sure you know and I wanna talk to the kids. Bye.” (Heaven forbid she buy them anything to keep at our house. She needs those clothes!!!)
Less than a month later, football started. The Ex said she wasn't going to bring Son to his practices, which were mandatory. Husband told The Ex, both by phone and in a letter, that since she stated she was not going to follow the court order, he would not be bringing the kids back to her. Tuesday morning at 5:40am:
“Hey, it’s...[The Ex]. Um...I just wanted to call you to tell you that I notified the police. They wanna know what you’re going to be doing with the kids. Um...I don’t know. You’re not answering your phone; I know you’re up getting ready for work. The kids say you’re gone before they get up, and...they say they get up about 6:30. And they’ve called me a little after that time before, and you’ve been gone, so...call me back. I wanna know what’s happening; I wanna relay this back to the police. Bye.”
Then at 5:54am:
“Hello, this is [police officer] with the [New City] Police Department. Trying to reach [Husband's full name]. The reason for my call is I’m speaking to [The Ex's full name]; your court-ordered paperwork indicates you were supposed to have returned [Son] and [Daughter] to her by 5pm on Monday, which you did not. She showed me the letter you sent her which said you would not be returning the kids because she did not want to agree with the football for [Son]. At this point, um...you could be charged with interference with custody by a parent. You need to make arrangements to return [Son] and [Daughter] back to [The Ex] as soon as possible; contact her. I will be working until 7am this morning, otherwise you can speak to another officer at the [New City] Police Department. The phone number is [XXX-XXX-XXXX].”
At 6:02am on my phone:
“Hello, this is [police officer] with the [New City] Police Department. This message is for [my name]. I’m calling in regards to [Husband] not returning [Son] and [Daughter] to [The Ex] in [New City] as agreed upon in the court order. Um, at this point he’s in violation of that and could be arrested on a felony charge for interfering with child custody. When you speak to him, let him know he needs to make arrangements as soon as possible to return the kids. Any questions, contact the [New City] Police Department; phone number’s [XXX-XXX-XXXX].”
I called back as soon as I got this voicemail; dispatch said she'd send a note to the officer's computer asking him to call me back. He never did (Because he probably knew this was a complete waste of time)
Then at 9:45am, The Ex left another voicemail:
“Hey, you have a lot of people trying to get a hold of you (Not really. Only you and one officer called. I wouldn't call that "a lot of people"); I don’t know why you’re not answering your phone. Um, I don’t think you’re at work ‘cause usually when I call you and you’re at work, your phone is off. Um...can you please give me a call? I want to talk about the kids, I want to know why you haven’t returned them. I like the letter that you sent. (The letter explained why the kids weren't returned. You acknowledge receiving the letter immediately after saying you want to know why the kids haven't been brought back. You are a special kind of stupid, aren't ya?) You...I know I left you a message earlier this morning ‘cause I had called the police and uh...so you know about that. And he’s left messages for you and for [my name], so...I’m still waiting.” (What are you waiting for? We told you in writing why the kids are not being brought back to you. There's nothing to discuss)
The Ex called again at 5:22pm:
“Hey, I wish you would answer my phone calls. I’d like to talk to the kids. (Now she wants to talk to the kids. This is the third message she's left in 24 hours.) I know you have [Son] at practice; what about [Daughter]? You don’t get...not getting my calls? You’re not returning them? (Why would we call you back? To listen to you complain and try to fight with Husband? Why would we want to put up with that?) I know you had to have listened to them. (You don't know that. Maybe Husband dropped his phone in the sink, maybe he lost it, maybe he died. You really don't know that he's listened to your messages, now do you?)”
At the end of football season, The Ex left Husband a voicemail:
“Hey, it’s me [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to the kids hopefully before they went to bed. (She called at 8:36pm. The kids had been in bed for half an hour already) And to let you know that Dad will be there tomorrow to get the kids at 5. So, um....since I told you I wasn’t sure if he was gonna get ‘em Friday or pick ‘em up Saturday after his game. Or go to his game, so...but no, we’re gonna pick ‘em up Friday at 5. Um, if they’re not sleeping, have ‘em give me a call. Bye.” (Husband then had to call The Ex back, remind her that Son's team was having their pizza party at 7pm on Friday and this was why they were going to pick the kids up Saturday morning instead of Friday night. Way to pay attention to your kids and what's going on in their lives...)
About a week and a half later:
“Hi [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I’d like to talk to the kids, see how they’re doing. We have a family emergency so I want to talk to them before I head out. Bye.” (Her dad was in the hospital out-of-state; she was driving to go see him, even though her income had been significantly reduced by her pregnancy)
A week or so after that:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to you and the kids. If you can give me a call back. Um, before you pick up the kids, I can talk to you first. Don’t matter. Talk to you later. Bye.” (Husband called her back; she wanted him to agree to have child support reduced because her income had been reduced. Husband told her no; she had bought a brand-new vehicle five months before so child support shouldn't be an issue.)
Two weeks later:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. Um, I’m just calling ‘cause, ah....I’m not sure when you’re done with work. (She was calling 15 minutes before Husband got out of work. His schedule had been the same for almost 5 years) But anyways, um...call me when you get this right away. I was hoping maybe you would let me pick them up like, twenty minutes early, if possible. And on top of that, I need you to let [Daughter] bring her shoes that I let her take home. The brown dress ones? ‘Cause she needs to wear them on Sunday, so...she said she’s not sure where they are and I completely forgot to tell you on Sunday when you picked them up. But, uh...we’re leaving [other city]. We’re kinda early than I expected. So um, if you’re okay with that, let me know please. Call me anyways. Bye.” (Again, let's just half-ass everything and then let Husband figure it out. That's totally cool. Husband had told The Ex in the past that early pick-up wasn't going to work because we never knew if the kids would have homework or not; this particular weekend, Son only got one of two subjects completed because The Ex was already waiting at our house when Husband came to pick them up and take them home)
The Ex later asked if she could pick the kids up early for Thanksgiving. Husband told her he'd check what we had going on and call her on Monday. Monday came, Husband called - The Ex's phone was shut off. A little after 9:30pm:
“Hey, it’s [The Ex]. Um, I’m on my way home so I should have my phone soon if you call me back. Um...otherwise you can call me when you go to work early in the morning, too. I should hear my phone, leave me a message. But um, I wanted to know when I could get the kids...if I can pick them up at 4 o’clock at [my name’s] work. Um...please let me! It would just be nice to...get home at a decent time. (Oh, would it? You're right, that would be nice to get home at a decent time. Imagine how we feel every Sunday having to drive back in the dark at 6pm because you moved 70 miles away) Um...if you want, send his homework. You know, we can work on it. (Riiiight. You couldn't figure out third grade math; how are you going to figure out sixth grade math?) Otherwise, um...just let me know. Call me back. Bye.”
One night, The Ex left a voicemail at 7:26pm:
“Hey [Husband], it’s [The Ex]. I wanted to talk to the kids. Um...you think you can have them call me back? Bye.”
At 8:40pm:
“Hey, it’s me! Um, I wanted to talk to the kids before they went to sleep! (They've been in bed for 40 minutes) I called you about an hour ago, if not more! Not sure when; I’ll have to look at the phone, but...um, probably be awake. I’m giving everyone baths (Who cares? Honestly, who cares that you're giving your kids baths?), so...give me a call back for the kids! Bye.”
Before Christmas, The Ex had asked about picking the kids up early. Husband called her to tell her that she could pick them up at 5pm like the regular schedule. The Ex got angry and told Husband that the court order said she could pick the kids up directly from school (Then why have you been coming at 5pm for over a year now?) and said she was going to bring the court order and show up with the police at the kids' school (Clearly, this would be done in the children's best interest. I mean, who wouldn't want their mom showing up at school with a police officer, in front of all of your friends and teachers, arguing over when she was supposed to have placement of you???) Husband said he wasn't going to argue, he would see her at 5pm, said goodbye and hung up.
The Ex called back:
“Real, real smart hanging up on me! (Actually, it was. Argument avoided, yay!) And no, I will not pick them up at 5; I’ll be picking them up at 11:30. (Nope.) And no, you won’t be picking them up that Sunday; you won’t pick them up til next Friday. So I’ll have ‘em for a full week. And, I wanna talk to the kids. (First time she said this that day) So, call me back ‘cause you’re keeping them from me. (How do you figure?) Don’t forget, you’re not supposed to do that."
Husband called back, said he wasn't going to argue with her, she could get the kids at 5pm; The Ex told him he was being a bad parent, screamed at him for "not letting her talk to the kids" and screamed some more because the kids were taking their time coming down the stairs. Husband put the kids on the phone; first thing out of The Ex's mouth is, "Dad's not letting me get you early on Friday." Husband took the phone away and told The Ex that if she was going to put the kids in the middle, he was going to end the conversation. The Ex talked to both kids, they hung up and a little while later, the kids went to bed.
Then The Ex calls again:
"It’s [The Ex]. I need you to call me back. Mom just called me and I need to talk to you. Bye.”
Husband called her back; she said her dad was having his leg amputated below the knee on Thursday morning. Husband said he was sorry to hear that. The Ex said, "So can I get the kids early on Friday?" (She is truly this despicable and selfish. Her dad is losing his limb, and she's trying to use it as leverage to get what she wants.) Husband said no, she could pick them up at 5pm. The Ex complained that she wanted the kids early so they could spend Christmas with her father. Husband said that was fine; Christmas Eve was on Saturday and she would have the kids then. The Ex said, “Well, I’m probably not going on Saturday. I have two other parties to go to.” (So she wants to get the kids early so they can spend not-Christmas with their grandpa, in order for her to spend actual Christmas at parties not with her father. Got it) The Ex asked again if she could pick up the kids early on Friday; Husband told her no. The Ex told Husband he was "such a piece of sh*t" and hung up on him (That's the Christmas spirit...)
A few minutes later, The Ex's sister sent me a text:
"I’m not getting in the middle of crap with [The Ex] but she is not lying about my dad having his leg apputated tomorrow. We just found out. That’s y she wanted kids early. U never kno what can happen. I kno she’s done things but that was not rite to think the worst. She wouldn’t lie about that. Just so u guys kno. I will let u kno" (Omg, am I reading this right??)
I texted back:
"First of all, we’re sorry about your dad. Secondly, we never once said she was lying, idk what she told you. The kids have school Friday morning. [Husband] called her just before eight to tell her she could get them at the scheduled time on Friday. She started arguing with him, telling him she was going to show up at the school with the police. [Husband] let her talk to the kids, she starts badmouthing [Husband] to [Son]. Then she calls back 45 minutes later, says she just found out about your dad and wants to pick them up early on Friday to spend christmas with him. [Husband] says they will be able to since she has them for the next week, she says she has two parties to go to on Saturday. Nobody ever implied she was making anything up."
Her sister replies:
"I don’t think we will be having christmas on Sunday. She called crying about [Husband] not letting her have kids early fri and she did say [Husband] said she was probably lieing to get kids early. Sorry for pryin but I’m so stressed with dad and [sister's husband's] gpa dieing and [sister's husband's] own health. [The Ex] does blow things way up and I should have known better. Again I’m sorry!!! U guys are great raising your children. Luv u guys" (So at least one member of this screwed up family has a soul)
Forty-five minutes after The Ex hung up on Husband, her mom texts him:
"Can you have the kids call? I want to tell them about grandpa" (Husband texted back that the kids had been in bed for an hour and half, he would have them call in the morning before their grandpa went in for surgery. At the end of all of this ridiculous arguing, The Ex was almost 20 minutes late picking the kids up)
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