It's All My Husband's Fault

  The other day, Ned created an album titled, "[Ned] and [The Ex]" on Facebook.  He shared these pictures in a post about his and The Ex's anniversary.  He tagged both The Ex and Daughter ( Which doesn't make any sense ) but not Son.  In his post, he wrote: "We've been together 3 years and every day I want to be with you all the time. Happy anniversary my love"   The oldest picture was from when the two of them first started dating three years ago; the most recent was from last fall. ( The Ex doesn't bother posting about the two of them anymore.  The novelty of her "new love" has already worn off. ) Seventeen people have liked/loved the post and one wrote, "Congrats! Stay happy!" ( You can't "stay" happy if you're not happy to begin with. )   My reason for posting about this is that The Ex has been on Facebook at least three times since Ned posted this.  She hasn't liked it, she hasn't commented on it, s...

  ( I started blogging about this weeks ago, but it fell by the wayside when we were dealing with all that crap with Son.  I'm going to try and edit it so what I wrote then will be what I would write now. )   About a month or two ago, I talked to Daughter about The Ex still wanting to go to mediation over summer placement.  Typically, I keep the kids out of the court stuff because...well, they're kids.  They don't want or need that burden.  Just because The Ex is always telling them about court, child support, lawyer fees, etc., doesn't mean we're going to stoop to that level.  But I felt this was important.   I asked if The Ex had brought it up at all; Daughter said yes.  I asked Daughter what she wanted to do, because if she preferred to get picked up Sunday night instead of Monday night, then Husband and The Ex could just agree to it and a court hearing wouldn't be necessary.  Daughter said that she wanted to leave things the way ...