My son is home safe and sound, but he is visiting for less than a week. He is literally passing through to pick up his stuff and head off to grad school.
He is staying with his dad, which is fine with me. His dad is living with his GF, now fiancee, in a large house (even larger than what we had when we were married). My son will be more comfortable there because at least he won’t be sleeping on a camping cot.
But his dad is once again trying to plan everything and those plans don’t include me. It leaves my son stuck in the middle. Nobody handles any of this with any finesse and my feelings got hurt. Ugh. That’s the short, non-ranting version. But I don’t write this blog to spare readers from my rant, so here goes.
I had made arrangements to have my son’s car taken to a repair shop that is owned by a friend of the Hunter. This way the car could be thoroughly inspected before my son embarks on his long trek to school. That repair shop is very close to where my Ex lives. I set it up so my son could pick up the car a day or two after he arrives.
My son arrived late at night, so I didn’t go the airport thinking we could all get together for lunch the next day. I had even texted that to his dad. Somehow that all seemed to go sideways for a spell. My Ex wanted to take him to do fun activities and things that didn’t include me.
It finally got straightened out, as I sat at the mechanic’s getting new tires. My son really needs to manage both of us better. Now I have to wait about 48 hours before I see him again. I hate taking turns. I hate when my Ex tries to monopolize him. I feel like a second-class parent. My son needs to be more assertive with his dad. I know he just landed and what not, but really? There were going to be no plans for me to see him the first day he returned from a YEAR away?
It all sorted itself out and the three of us grabbed a quick lunch. I got to hear some about my son’s most recent adventures. I heard recent news of the Ex and his family. I just have to take a deep breath and relax. My poor son is dealing with jet lag, culture shock and two very demanding parents. OK, OK, I get it….grudgingly.