I'm starting to run out of adjectives to describe her.
So, gonna have some graphic language in this post. Figured I'd warn you.
The other day, The Ex was complaining to Daughter that she didn't think she should have basketball practice at the end of the month; she said Daughter should tell her coach that it's a holiday and they don't need to practice. (The Ex has never played any sport in her life and has no idea what she's talking about. The only reason she's saying this is because she doesn't want to have to plan on picking Daughter up on Friday; she wants to come to her game on Thursday night and leave from there with Daughter.) Daughter replied that the coach scheduled practice because he didn't want them having an entire week off in addition to all the holiday food that we're all going to consume.
The Ex responded to Daughter's statements about her coach by yelling that Husband is "a piece of shit and doesn't care." (The coach scheduled practice, so Husband is a piece of shit.) The Ex went on to claim that Husband is okay with Daughter skipping practice if we have plans (This has literally never happened; we make all of the kids participate in all of their activities.) but wouldn't let her skip if it was The Ex's time. The Ex then told Daughter that she wants to "stab [Husband] in the fucking heart." The Ex went on to say she could do worse than that, that she wants to do worse than that to Husband, how she would cause Husband to suffer a slow death of torture and ended with, "All the times he's hurt me? Fuck yeah, it'd be bad." The Ex then changed the subject back to herself and started talking about her job.
Two days after the violent comments about Husband, Daughter was on the phone with The Ex. When Daughter brought up my name, The Ex referred to me as "that bitch," asked why I was late (I wasn't; she got finished half an hour early and I was already on my way to get her when she told me she was done.) and then implied that I was late because I'm cheating on Husband.
This is by far the most extreme case of Holiday Crazy we've had to deal with. She. Is. Nuts.
The other day, The Ex was complaining to Daughter that she didn't think she should have basketball practice at the end of the month; she said Daughter should tell her coach that it's a holiday and they don't need to practice. (The Ex has never played any sport in her life and has no idea what she's talking about. The only reason she's saying this is because she doesn't want to have to plan on picking Daughter up on Friday; she wants to come to her game on Thursday night and leave from there with Daughter.) Daughter replied that the coach scheduled practice because he didn't want them having an entire week off in addition to all the holiday food that we're all going to consume.
The Ex responded to Daughter's statements about her coach by yelling that Husband is "a piece of shit and doesn't care." (The coach scheduled practice, so Husband is a piece of shit.) The Ex went on to claim that Husband is okay with Daughter skipping practice if we have plans (This has literally never happened; we make all of the kids participate in all of their activities.) but wouldn't let her skip if it was The Ex's time. The Ex then told Daughter that she wants to "stab [Husband] in the fucking heart." The Ex went on to say she could do worse than that, that she wants to do worse than that to Husband, how she would cause Husband to suffer a slow death of torture and ended with, "All the times he's hurt me? Fuck yeah, it'd be bad." The Ex then changed the subject back to herself and started talking about her job.
Two days after the violent comments about Husband, Daughter was on the phone with The Ex. When Daughter brought up my name, The Ex referred to me as "that bitch," asked why I was late (I wasn't; she got finished half an hour early and I was already on my way to get her when she told me she was done.) and then implied that I was late because I'm cheating on Husband.
This is by far the most extreme case of Holiday Crazy we've had to deal with. She. Is. Nuts.
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