It is now 4 pm on Monday. Memorial day.  I did let my son go camping so that I would never have to hear that I didn’t. He wasn’t too thrilled, but I did my best to convince him to go. The thought of missing 3 karate classes, 3 barbecues, and the parade was upsetting to him.  Silly me convinced him theat since he hasn’t seen his father in quite a while ( his own doing as usual ) that he should go and he would have a wonderful time.  He decided he would go because he wants new Pokemon Cards that  I refuse to buy him, and by putting a guilt trip on Dad his father buys him whatever he wants.  Am I happy about it?  Right now I would rather put pepper in my eye than make that decision again.  KOA finally decided to tell me that he wouldn’t be bringing him home until 4 pm today.  I specifically told him that it was unacceptale and he needed to be home by 2 pm because we have to be somewhere Monday afternoon.

Fast forward to NOW.  Once again, it is 4pm on Monday. I received one phone call from my son all weekend.  Yesterday at 12 noon he called to say hi, he was chewing gum and he would see me on Monday.  ( I do not allow him to chew gum ) His father never got on the phone to say a word. When he’s with wife #4 he barely speaks to me.  When he picks up and drops my son off alone he gets out of the car and rambles on and on.  I realized at 12 noon today that I still hadn’t heard from them. I thought that I would wait and see when I would get a call telling me that they were almost here. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, 12, 12:30, 1:00, 1:30, 2:00 ( the time I told him he needed to have my son home by ), 2:30, 3:00. Still no call. At 3:15 i called him and asked where he was. He said they were getting to the GW Bridge.  I can’t even explain the rush of anger I felt just then. Did he think I was kidding when I said 2 pm? Apparently he did. I told him that he was crazy, and I’m so angry that I could spit ( too bad  I don’t know how to ).  Right now I wish I did. The GW Bridge is about 90 minutes from here.  On Memorial day it is about 3 hours from here!!!! I proceeded to explain to him notsonicely that I am sick and tired of him just doing whatever he feels like doing. This is what he does al the time. His visitation is every other weekend from Friday at 5 to Sunday at 6. He NEVER picks him up on Fridays, and on Saturday morning he’ll call around 10am to say he’s coming by 12 or 1pm. Either way he’s never remotely on time.  He’s past due over 360 days on money that he owes me yet he can afford a camping trip and a christening for his 4th kid.  I turned down several full time summer jobs beacuse after I lay out the money for my son’s summer camp he is required by law to reimburse me within 10 days. He never does. He still owes me money due on 1/1/07.  He should have never had a 4th child if he couldn’t afford one. ( The method to his madness to be discussed at another time. ) It’s bad enough that my son goes from a 1600 sq. ft. home in The Hamptons to a 2 bedroom apartment in Queens occupied by my ex, his wife, her mother, and her brother. Her cousin was living there also until recently.   The only one with a job is the KOA himself.  He is supporting all of these people and I have to whistle Dixie until the cows come home to get the money he owes me.

Am I surprised that he’s late? Am I surprised that he didn’t bother to have the decency to call and tell me he was late? Am I surprised that after I lost it and hung up on him he called me back with another yet stuttering failed attempt to make excuses? No I’m not. Happens every time! Only this time he gets no points for consistency, and I will be filing a violation in court this week for all the money he owes me, and that he took my son out of NY State without my permission ( Oh! Sorry! He forgot to mention to me that he was taking my son to PA.) Makes you feel safe with cops like him around, doesn’t it?

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl  ’Will you marry

me?’ The girl said:

’NO!’

And the girl lived happily ever after and went

shopping, dancing, camping,

drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had

to cook, did whatever

the hell she wanted, never argued, didn’t get fat,

traveled more, had many

lovers, didn’t save money, and had all the hot water

to herself. She went to

the theater, never watched sports, never wore

friggin’ lacy lingerie that

went up her ass, had high self esteem, never cried

or yelled, felt and

looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all

the time.

The End