So tired of the crap—this time a long, lengthy complaint that DD1 attended a sleepover the day before she went to dad’s. This was a last minute sleepover invite to stay with her besties, and the following day was a holiday. He got all up in arms about my not notifying him (…? let him know the night before, as it was an impromptu invitation), and how in the future I must not schedule when it affects his time and to schedule only on my week ends. Le sigh. Wait…the night was not his custodial night…and…why is he all up in arms?
So I double-checked with my therapy and attorney friends to confirm my reaction: No, he is not to dictate what happens on my custodial time, yes, he must be supportive of the children’s social activities.
How I wish he could think: gee, my daughter is out there in the world having great, positive experiences with her friends, in a familiar and safe environment. She is a little girl for goodness’ sake, and branching out and having fun with friends (whose parents I adore, which is definitely a plus!) is part of growing up happy and healthy. Versus, this is all about ME and MY time, and you instigated this on PURPOSE to ruin MY time. Seriously? Please stop—how I wish I had magic wand to change his attitude.
Ah well. I know I can’t change him or his attitude or his manipulation or his attempts to control. All I can do is formulate a two sentence response. Disengage, disengage, disengage. Zen warrior pants to the ready.