He we go again, Sunday was Fathers Day and even though I reminded both boys of it both choose not to call their dad. Josh simply had the attitude that if dad wanted to talk to him dad would call. I didn’t think it was necessarily right but considering my ex husband hasn’t acknowleged Mothers Day for me in a few years I decided I didn’t care. Monday night as I am getting out of the shower Josh comes in and says ‘Dad called and made Sam mad again.’ Wonderful I think and I get dressed.
I go to Josh first and ask what happened. ‘Dad called and wanted to know why I didn’t tell him Happy Father’s Day & I told him I forgot. Then he asked if I was going on vacation with him and said yes then he asked to talk to Sam & I took him the phone’, was his reply. So I go to Sam and ask his side. Sam say’s ‘Dad asked why didn’t I call to say Happy Fathers Day & I said I will treat you like a dad once you start treating me like a son. Then he asked if I was going on vacation to Kentucky with him and I said no because I had a show that week and I was still pissed off at him.’ I guess dad didn’t like that answer and responded with ‘Boy don’t talk to me like that!’ Sam said ‘I didn’t cuss at you I told you why i’m not going.’ Dad came back with ‘I’ll come over there and whoop your butt for disrespecting me like that!’, and apparently hangs up. For the record, I don’t agree with my sons language but at the same time I understand his frustration with his dad.
I figured I would at least get a phone call from him shortly after or possibly him doing something stupid like actually showing up at my house but I heard nothing. A few days later Josh calls me at work and tells me he wants to go to his dads. That’s one of the bad things about summer break is visits are not limited to weekends anymore. I hate when he goes over there during the week because it usually ends up in me rearranging my schedule to pick him back up or something. I tell him if his dad can pick him up thats fine. I get home and he tells me his dad is on his way over.
Josh and I are sitting on the front steps talking when the ex shows up. He walks up and asks if Sam is here and I lie and tell him no. I really just didn’t want the drama, especially in my house. He then proceeds to say his very popular line ‘You need to talk to Sam!’ For some reason I thought I would try something I read online and I repeated what he said in a very whiny voice. I have to tell you it was super duper funny seeing the look on his face and I knew I seriously pissed him off. He walks back to his car and says ‘I’m taking you to court and your not going to like what I have to say to the judge. He threatens to take me to court all the time so I didn’t care about that, what I wanted to know was is what he had to say.
He goes off into my going out all the time with men and staying out all night and going to hotel rooms and such. First off, there are no rules saying I can’t go out with whomever I want whenever I want to wherever I want. I have only went went out with one fella in the last year and i’m kind of fond of him so I don’t get the whole guys thing. Then it dawns on me hes jealous. He can’t stand for me to be happy. The clown has zero on me, I have a stable job, stable relationship, have an awesome relationship with all 3 of my kids, a decent place to live, pay for insurance benefits and even have a 401k.
The ex on the other hand has a rap sheet a mile long, has a ding on his record that keeps him from owning firearms or voting and another ding that requires him to register his address every 6 months so the FDLE website can put a blue dot over his house. Even if you don’t include these little issues you also have to figure in he has no job and no desire to ever get one, sells vehicles and such out of his front yard just like a car dealer minus the business license and paying taxes. He also finds it funny to brag about his clinic card that provides him with free healthcare. Lets not forget his stellar parenting skills or lack there of.
I can honestly say, the only thing he really has on me is I have been slacking on my church attendance. I personally think that going to church no more makes you a christian than sitting in your garage makes you a car. My kids were raised in church and I have every confidence that we will find another church to call home in the near future, in the meantime I don’t feel we should have to go somewhere we don’t feel comfortable at. The ex on the other hand is what I refer to as a church whore. He will go to any church where he can be seen by his friends and be the center of attention for 5 minutes.
So Josh and the ex finally leave. Sam makes dinner and I try to get some stuff done since I’m minus one kid. I realize I may just have the option to go to sleep at a decent hour, an actual 8 hours of sleep on a work night is almost unheard of for me. I start to get ready for bed around 9:40 when I get a phone call from Josh. He asks if I can come get him from his dads because his dad is going to the emergency room.
Of course this takes me by suprise and I ask to speak to his dad. What follows is an inaccurate diagnosis of food poisoning. I ask what did you eat? He says KFC. I say what did Josh eat? He says KFC. Is Josh sick? No. Then you don’t have food poisoning genius. I agree to come get Josh thinking he would leave Josh there by himself but he was there when I showed up. I really didn’t want to go in the house because I just didn’t want to get sucked in to the situation and now it’s creeping up past my bedtime.
I walk in and he comes out of the bedroom looking like death warmed over. I’m kind of used to this look with him but this time he does appear to be truly in pain. I was nice enough to check him for fever which he didn’t have. I tell him it sounds like you have a kidney stone plus they run in his family like crazy. He then tells me his church friends are supposed to be coming to take him to the emergency room but they must have decided to go eat dinner first…at 10:15 on a Thursday night. When he says it he gives me this look and I say a little prayer that he won’t ask me to take him. I quickly say ‘Okay, well let me know what happens.’, and I walk out the door leaving him standing there. Maybe I would have just to be nice but earlier at my house he made the comment that I never did anything for him. Thats a load of crap but hey, why start now right?
He calls me about 9-ish Friday morning and tells me hes picking Josh up from my house. I’m kind of disapointed that he didn’t die over night but you can’t prove that I actually thought that. He doesn’t mention what the doctors said so I finally ask and he tells me he didn’t go to the hospital. That kinda miffs me off seeing as how I didn’t make it to bed until almost midnight because he was supposed to be going to the hospital. He then informs me that his friends came over and laid hands on him and prayed for him and in a little bit he felt better.
Okay thats fine and well, ‘did you make a doctors appointment?’ He says ‘No, God healed me.’ Now I don’t doubt for a moment that God can heal anything he wants but I am also of the belief that God gave us doctors for a reason and maybe this was a warning sign to get your attention. He simply responds with ‘If I feel bad again I will.’ Again might be too late in my opinion be hey if he dies I would like to point out I didn’t wish it on him and told him to go to the doctor.