Graduation
Daughter had taken a screenshot of the email sent out by the school regarding the graduation ceremony and procedures, which included picking up your tickets at the school office; she sent the screenshot to The Ex. The Ex replied that she didn't have any tickets. Daughter told her that we had the tickets. The Ex replied, "GREAT..."
The night of graduation, Daughter called The Ex for something. Not entirely sure what. Either way, The Ex had previously told Daughter that she was going to be done with work at 4pm. Daughter called The Ex around 4:15-4:30pm; The Ex was still at work. Daughter said that The Ex asked if we were all going to sit separately. Daughter told her that we'd probably all be sitting together because we were all there for the same kid. The Ex argued that the school shouldn't be sitting us together because we don't all live in the same household; The Ex then told Daughter to tell the school to move their seats. Daughter said she wasn't going to ask them to move. The Ex said that she didn't want to sit by Husband; Daughter told her to have Ned sit by Husband then. (I just love her quick wit.)
When we arrived at the school, I saw The Ex and Ned walking through the parking lot. They stopped on the sidewalk of the school and waited for us to come up to them. I opened the envelope with the tickets in it and checked the names on them. I started giggling and told Husband that I should have opened them sooner because everyone's names were spelled correctly on their tickets...except for The Ex's. They hit an extra key while typing her name so her name had an extra letter at the beginning. Petty, I know...but still funny.
And after all of that, Daughter got into another fight with The Ex last night.
The night of graduation, Daughter called The Ex for something. Not entirely sure what. Either way, The Ex had previously told Daughter that she was going to be done with work at 4pm. Daughter called The Ex around 4:15-4:30pm; The Ex was still at work. Daughter said that The Ex asked if we were all going to sit separately. Daughter told her that we'd probably all be sitting together because we were all there for the same kid. The Ex argued that the school shouldn't be sitting us together because we don't all live in the same household; The Ex then told Daughter to tell the school to move their seats. Daughter said she wasn't going to ask them to move. The Ex said that she didn't want to sit by Husband; Daughter told her to have Ned sit by Husband then. (I just love her quick wit.)
When we arrived at the school, I saw The Ex and Ned walking through the parking lot. They stopped on the sidewalk of the school and waited for us to come up to them. I opened the envelope with the tickets in it and checked the names on them. I started giggling and told Husband that I should have opened them sooner because everyone's names were spelled correctly on their tickets...except for The Ex's. They hit an extra key while typing her name so her name had an extra letter at the beginning. Petty, I know...but still funny.
The graduation ceremony was really nice. The principal brought attention to a birthday on the day of graduation and also brought attention to Daughter's birthday being the following day. It was different with nobody in the gym aside from 4 members of each graduate's family, but I'm glad that they were able to at least get the kids together and do something for them.
At the end of the ceremony, I went to use the bathroom. When I walked back into the gym, The Ex was talking to Husband. I walked over and he said that The Ex told him she had flowers and balloons and a card for Daughter in her car; she wanted us to take them and give them to Daughter. The Ex claimed that her sister had been calling her during the ceremony, that there was an "emergency" at home, and that she and Ned needed to leave immediately; they didn't even wait to say goodbye to Daughter and they missed the entire parade through School City's downtown. (I don't believe this for a number of reasons. The first is that The Ex lies about...well, everything. The second is that I didn't see The Ex talking to anyone on the phone, whether by text or on a call but she claims her sister told her there was an "emergency" and they needed to get home. The third is that over the years, The Ex has left early from a number of Daughter's games - baseball, volleyball, and basketball - and not one of those times did she ever have an "emergency.")
At the end of the ceremony, I went to use the bathroom. When I walked back into the gym, The Ex was talking to Husband. I walked over and he said that The Ex told him she had flowers and balloons and a card for Daughter in her car; she wanted us to take them and give them to Daughter. The Ex claimed that her sister had been calling her during the ceremony, that there was an "emergency" at home, and that she and Ned needed to leave immediately; they didn't even wait to say goodbye to Daughter and they missed the entire parade through School City's downtown. (I don't believe this for a number of reasons. The first is that The Ex lies about...well, everything. The second is that I didn't see The Ex talking to anyone on the phone, whether by text or on a call but she claims her sister told her there was an "emergency" and they needed to get home. The third is that over the years, The Ex has left early from a number of Daughter's games - baseball, volleyball, and basketball - and not one of those times did she ever have an "emergency.")
After the graduation, The Ex texted Daughter saying that she didn't get any "good" pictures during the ceremony; The Ex asked Daughter to ask if me if I had gotten any good ones and if I did, could Daughter send her those? (Um...no. You could have come early and taken pictures with Daughter; you could have stayed late and taken pictures with Daughter, like we did. Before-and-after aside, you were physically present at the school for the exact same amount of time that I was and had the exact same opportunity that I had to take these photos. And putting all the rest of that aside, if you want MY pictures that I took, then quit being a bitch for 0.0478562 seconds, put on your big girl panties, and ask me for my pictures your damned self.) The Ex has also texted Daughter three different times asking for pictures of Daughter with the flowers that The Ex bought her...because waiting an extra 10 minutes so that she could take the pictures that she specifically wanted would have been way too much of an inconvenience for her.
To add to Daughter's level of pettiness, she told me that she laughed at what The Ex had written in her card. The Ex's kids and Ned signed on one side; The Ex signed on the other. Under the printed text saying "congratulations to an amazing daughter," The Ex added, "Sister and Best Friend!" Daughter told me she laughed when she read it and thought, "Wait, did [my name] give me a card?" (This is a joke-but-not that has been happening for almost 4 months. I had to go out-of-state for 2 days, Husband jokingly called me Daughter's best friend, and she told him that I am her best friend. So when The Ex suddenly refers to Daughter as being her "best friend," we all smile and roll our eyes because she honestly doesn't have a clue about anything.)
And after all of that, Daughter got into another fight with The Ex last night.
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