Right now I'm still trying to find my sea legs. It's going to take time. The pisser was that I asked him to take Em to an appointment, and he couldn't be bothered. Then had the nerve to ask me if the kids were coming over his house for dinner tonight. (I give bonus days on his nights off if the kids want to. There's no real paperwork in order as far as visitation though. Closer to the holidays we'll see how pissy he gets.)
It's been a tough day for me. Problems with work, trying to get from Point A to Point B in a fashionable amount of time, while trying to squeeze blood from a stone.
And yet - things feel better sometimes. More relaxed that he's not here. He did walk in the back door and go down to the basement this morning and we had a discussion about that. He is to call and/or text before he comes over here. I don't care if his shit is made of gold. (Yes, I want him to work and get the crap out of the basement.)
Worried about mortgage and bills at the moment. We're still sharing a bank account, so there's no real child support in place, but everyone wants their stinking money. I know I have to separate out the account so I can get social services. It's just not that easy...yet.
And I still need to find a new psychiatrist for Em. At least her primary wrote two months rx for her until we can. And they were pretty understanding about the money we owe them. (They didn't know the situation, but they sure do now!)
Keeping my chin up...as best I can right now.
