[HUGE, HEAVY SIGH!!!)
Just because I walked out on her and left her with the kids my wife and I brought into the world years before I met her, and I didn't give any notice that I was leaving, just announced it at dinner that night without any discussion beforehand with her or the kids, after months of "I'm getting in a job in Louisiana, no, actually Alaska, no, now it's Mississippi, but I'm looking in Florida, but I've had job offers here, but I'm turning them down because, well, forget why, I don't have to tell you why," and never asked my kids if they wanted to join me, then my daughter, whom she adopted after over a decade of drama and trauma and a suicide threat, gets "a little upset" one day and decides to tell her she's "NOT MY MOTHER ANYMORE AND YOU NEED TO FUCK OFF" (quoting that), then the middle kid, who she suspected of sneaking out of the house for months and tried, by God, she tried, to prevent him from choosing behavior that would inevitably land him in jail – DOES finally get arrested – then his brother carves up his bed with a pocket knife, so the therapist she's been taking them to since I left tells her she may want to start discussing with me the boys "needing their dad to show he loves them", which might mean maybe moving down there, so she sends them down for what she thinks is a week until she gets a phone call from Cox High School in Virginia Beach requesting their birth certificates for registration (WHAT?!!), and on the heels of that hears from their school that their termination packages are ready (WHAT?!), then I show up with a moving truck the following weekend – oh, wait, I have to backtrack and remember that incident in June, right before middle son was arrested, when I came up and told the boys to pack because I was putting the house on the market and everyone was moving out and hired a lawyer to try to force her out of the house but found out I couldn't, so I raged at her about what a horrible person/wife/mother she has ALWAYS been – and let her explain all this to them because why the hell do THEY need to know what's going on, then she has to scramble to tell her tenant (who she told in July that things were great with the lease for the next year, because she was going to be able to stay put until the oldest graduated from high school the following year, thank God) that now, no, sorry, we need to change everything, how soon can you leave, because he just took the boys and moved them to Virginia Beach, no, I really have no idea, but they're all gone now, OK, January works for me too, I guess I can stay here and finish everything that needs to be done on the house for the next few months, handled the pack-out in October, found out on Thanksgiving weekend about Christmas when middle son said "so are you going with us to New York for Christmas" and of course she wasn't, because I kept telling her when she asked about Christmas that I had no idea what we were doing, spent New Year's Eve alone, celebrating moving back to Virginia Beach in a few weeks, even though she was now heavily into debt because I stopped paying everything but the mortgage as soon as I took the boys and she had to put everything on her credit cards, oh, and she had to take out a loan to hire a lawyer to help her try to prevent me from throwing her out the previous summer, and now she wouldn't be getting rent anymore either, but screw her, she should be more careful with her money anyway, the money I make is mine, not hers, then broke her foot the day she was moving and arrived with a cast up to her knee and two days later I told her – I demanded, actually, yelling, as I remember – that "I WANT A DIVORCE" because "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE AND WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU" – so she had to put another retainer to a lawyer on her credit card this time, and why should I care that she only has about $125 left after all her bills are paid, and I pressured her every week, threatened her every week, said hateful things to her every week to remind her what a horrible person she is, then after nine weeks in a cast had her household goods delivered to a place that needed the flooring replaced (four and a half years with a tenant), needed paint, but she couldn't get any of that done because the delivery came a week after the cast came off and her debt was going even higher because of not getting any rent, then, the following week I hit her with I'm moving back to New York and taking the youngest with me, and she knows my lease is up in August, then she finds out from oldest son that I got a new job right before Easter and won't be home for three and four days at a time, so she's now taking oldest son to and from work down at the oceanfront, making sure they're fed, getting to school and taken care of on the weekends, and meeting oldest son's best friend to have him visit for the week, then taking oldest son up to Maryland so he can visit his friend for a week, taking youngest son because I screamed at him until he finally agreed to go and have a good time, then she finds out in May that I'm actually not leaving in August when my lease is up, but in June, immediately after school lets out, right before she takes the boys up to Maryland again because it's the final weekend oldest son can take a math placement test before summer registration at the only college he can get into, after she has been trying for a year to help him get moving on the whole college thing and paying for six college applications that were all turned down, then he gave her shit all weekend about "bugging him" about whether or not he made it to the college to take the test or talk to financial aid, and when he returns to her sister's house with her truck that she let oldest son use to go over there and guarantee he has a ride to the school, comes back with the dining room table she had to leave in the house in January, but he forgot to bring the chairs, and there is still stuff in the shed she has to go through, so she's going up on Sunday to take care of that on Monday, and staying with her sister in Delaware until the closing on Wednesday, hiring a pet sitter because she's tired of asking her friends to check on the cats on these trips out of town she's taken with the kids, I berate her again about the whole mother thing and the horrible things I'm going to tell a judge about her if this custody thing goes to court, but then turn around and tell her she can take youngest son back to Maryland, since that's where he wants to live, but damnit, I do NOT owe her an explanation of why I changed my mind and why I won't stay here another year until youngest son turns 18 or move with him back to Maryland WITH him…
[HUGE, HEAVY SIGH!!!]
This is why I can’t stand her: She thinks she has a reason to STRESS?!!!
