Special FridayTuesday Music entry:
It Gets Worse
So I get an email last night from my younger daughter (Maggie, who is 12). She’s been pissed at me, and won’t tell me why — I’m chalking some of that up to the manipulative ex, and most of it to the final countdown to hormonal PMS hell (her sister had the same issues at the same age — that was fun….).
However, in the email (where she again tells me that she’s mad at me and doesn’t want me to contact her), she says “I heard about your lawyer threat.”
The ex apparently either talked to the kids about my threat to involve my lawyers, or at least talked about it where they could hear.
What the hell is wrong with this woman? Why the fuck would you do that to your own kids?
So now I’ve got the 12 year old even more pissed at me, and saying that she doesn’t want me to call, email or have any contact whatsoever, and my son is probably scared to death to say anything to me, for fear that I will up-end his life, returning it to the chaos and pain of the custody battle.
Barely slept at all last night. Not in a good headspace today, at all.
More Drama
Heartland drama subsides, to be replaced by work drama (which I’ve already mentioned)….
…and then this weekend, I hear from my Mother that she had been speaking to my son, Ian—who told her that the ex-wife and her cracker-ass S.O. have been telling the kids that I have no job and I’m just living off
Nice. They’ve seen my books. They know what I do, and yet she is determined to bend the branches so that the trees grow in her image. She despises me, so they must as well.
I don’t fucking think so.
Just sent the nasty-gram, informing her that she needs to knock that shit off, or my lawyers will get involved again. This is emotional abuse, pure and simple, and I’m not going to stand idly by and let it happen.
Right now, I just want to braid up, paint my face and hack at something.