One thing I will say about my Ex — he’s a very good dad. When my son arrived at his new digs in his new city to start his new grad school a few months ago, he discovered his new roommate was bat shit crazy. He was signed up with a company that master leases various houses and then it leases out the individual bedrooms to different folks. They handle the cleaning of the common areas. For my son, it was an elegant solution to his housing need. That is until he got Crazy Girl.
Without going into details, the situation was untenable and my son needed to move immediately. Literally the day he arrived, he started making plans to leave. It was that bad. The landlord had other options for him, but was a bit slow off the mark to remedy the situation.
My son called me the second or third night in a full on panic. I texted my Ex and we spoke the next morning. My Ex is an attorney. We quickly debriefed one another, voiced identical concerns and agreed to the same immediate course of action. I voluntarily said I was standing down and would await updates from him and my son. I had to wait for updates from both my Ex and my son — I was on pins and needles all day. I promised that if I heard something from my son that perhaps was unknown to my Ex, I would advise him. He promised to do the same.
Fortunately my son has a cousin (my Ex’s nephew) in the same city so that provided an immediate couch-surfing solution. We wanted him out immediately because we would not put it past Crazy Girl to #MeToo him. They were two people living in the same house alone which could create a He Said/She Said situation. She was that kind of crazy. Now keep in mind that I am very pro #MeToo. I believe all the Harvey Weinstein, Bill Cosby, Brett Kavanaugh and Jeffrey Epstein accusers. However, in my son’s situation, all of us were highly concerned — even the property manager was concerned about it.
Luckily, property management leaped into the situation with a viable solution and rushed the process so my son could switch houses within 48 hours. Luckily, my son had his car so he was able to move everything in a single trip. Luckily, we all kept the channels of communication open and nobody pointed fingers or cast blame. It was a successful team effort.
Yet another example of the fact that even though my marriage is over, and I am happy it is over, it was still a successful one. It was simply one that had run its course.
Now my son is in a house with three other guys with like interests. A bunch of introverted, intellectual nerds. A match made in heaven. As for Crazy Girl? She apparently was evicted. Good riddance.