Robbi told me today she signed her paperwork for the divorce. Yes, OK, I’ll deal with it, it was coming.
This verbatim txt conversation was strange…
R-Do you mind if I go to the mall tonight?
M-I was just going to ask if I can stay late. What do you need at the mall?
R-I ruined my good jeans and Char needs new earings she can’t pull out.
M-Well, is it something you can take the kids with you?
M-I’m sorry, I’m really busy and I don’t have Ryan’s help he is going to the accountant.
R-You know when we are divorced, and it is your day with the kids, it doesn’t matter if you are busy or not.
M-We aren’t divorced yet. You told me the other day if I need to work late, you are OK with it.
R-I’m not OK with you never seeing your kids. I don’t know why you want them half the time…you always have more important things to do.
M-Wait, working is not more important than going to the mall? I’m sorry, I have big jobs that need to get done, this isn’t about kids.
R-Sure hope those big jobs turn into a car payment one day.
M-I have been busting my ass, working 7 days a week without a day off in over a month, and I did that for YOU and US and our FAMILY. I now have to do this so I can live in the future and not live in a box. I’m sorry your jeans can wait a day.
R-No matter I have different plans now, see ya.
Everything I do she takes as a reflection of my parenting. She is trying to take the kids. We’ll see how this develops.