Please Do What You Say You're Going To Do...That's All I Ask.

Why, for the love of all that is holy, can my ex-wife not make a plan for our son and fucking stick with it?

For those not in the loop, I was supposed to drive to Oklahoma to pick him up tomorrow morning. Now she's postponed it another day, whining that she just got to Arkansas and wanted to spend another day with our son before she sent him off for the summer. Gods, she makes it sound like she's sending him to boot camp.

Whatever.

I caved, like I always do.

I also threw my cell phone across the room when I hung up with her. But I made SURE to talk to my son prior and make sure he understood (without leading him on) that he gets to see Daddy Thursday.

One reading this might be thinking, "It's only one more day, why so irrational?"

1. I used to see him every other weekend.
2. She has repeatedly postponed him coming over here.
3. I can't stand her with a fiery passion and how much apathy she's been showing him in the last several months of his life.

She's pushing me straight to the edge, and I'm going to lose the politesse long before he's old enough to make up his own mind legally who he can live with (which is in less than two years).

I'm out of patience. I have no more to give to her. I'm going to verbally tear her a new one without even thinking before the words spill out of me like a volcano that's been on the verge of erupting for several thousand years.

Even my parents, whom I expected to hit the roof at hearing this news, were not as angry as I am, and seemed taken aback at my rage.

Yes, I know it's just one more day.

But given everything else she's NOT done preceding this moment in time...

You get the idea.