What love gave me

Falling in love is so exciting!  Love makes you giddy and fogs up the brain in thinking clearly.

Thinking back, I realize just how fogged up I was after falling in love.

That love failed.  I don’t think failed is even an accurate word.

Imploded, exploded, fell apart, completely melted down….

All of it hurt me inside.  Even now, it hurts.

People can think what they want of me.

Call me an “attention whore” and make accusations that are just ridiculous.

I find it amusing that people “think” they know everything.

 

So, what did love get me?

My daughter.

I don’t need my future ex-husband.

I have hope my daughter and her father will have a good long-term relationship.

That all falls on him.  I loved him and that love meant nothing in the long run.

I gave chance after chance to work things out with professional help.

It’s a shame he doesn’t believe in counseling.  Had there been an attempt, perhaps it would have made a difference.

 

Just because he and I didn’t work out doesn’t mean I shouldn’t see what the love did give me.

My daughter.

~P.

 

Is she sick?

I went to gymnastics tonight, looking forward to seeing Tesla practice.  I arrived early and was working on my Spanish while I waited for Tesla to arrive with her father. (Originally, I thought I would get her after school.  That was not permitted.)  Then I thought I would at least get to drive her home  after practice.

Well, that didn’t happen either.  At 5:52 PM I get a text from John.

“No gymnastics tonight all children have upset stomachs.”

Are you serious?  Eight minutes before gymnastics starts he texts me they aren’t coming.  I wrote back, “Why did you wait until now to tell me!?  I am at gym already.”  He didn’t respond which I expected. I called.  Voicemail.  😦

I texted him “Please let tt call me.”  No response.

I tried calling again.  Voicemail.  I let a message asking what is wrong with all the children?  Tesla had been complaining of stomach pains over my weekend with her.  I let her father know about the pain, low grade fever and what medication I gave her.  He called me later, asking again because Tesla was still hurting.

At 8:10 I texted “Please have tt call me.”  No response.

I have the right to speak to my daughter.  The right to know what is wrong with her and if she is going to be taken to see our doctor.

AND

I want to say goodnight to my child, especially if she doesn’t feel good.

 

~P.

 

Dear John~ What is your issue?

Dear John,

What is your issue?  Because I’m just not understanding why there are so many complications with the current joint custody arrangement.

Tomorrow we go to court and a judge will decide who has Tesla’s best interest in mind.

In the meantime, it seems as though Heather has just taken over in Tesla’s life.  Examples of this are easy to see.  Writing DAD inside Tesla’s clothes clearly came from Heather.  Heather frequently has Tesla while you are away, be it work, estimates, softball, etc.  Heather volunteered in Tesla’s room without so much as a word to me first.  She writes nasty notes on Tesla’s school papers.  If I don’t request Tesla’s book bag, no one sends it out with her.  I finally had to say something to Tesla’s teacher Ms. Dettinger because I wasn’t seeing anything Tesla did in school, her letter/word ring or her reading log.  So John, what do I find today?

After requesting her bookbag again, I find inside her reading log.

Could Heather try any harder to make me look bad?

Where is DAD’s signature anywhere on this paper?  What reason would the log need to be specified at “Dad’s House”?  If the log is Sept-Oct, why the hell haven’t I seen it in Tesla’s bookbag over the past two months?

I shouldn’t have your girlfriend drama to deal with.

Court tomorrow,

~P.