Some Will Never Learn

It’s been quite awhile since my divorce was finalized. 3 years and 6 months…to the day, but whose counting. I guess I am because as much I try to move on, try to put my past to rest and let go of this…this time period. I can not. I can not because there are three other lives involved. And as long as they are involved…I can not move on I can not be free. As long as my ex-wife, Jennifer (She likes to use Specht on facebook but based on the last few days she uses Dingle and implies a relationship when it suits her) has the ability to use our children as pawns in her unwavering hatred towards me…I simply can not move on. I am trapped, in a limbo of sorts. I can never truly enjoy my time with them because a fight is always a simple phone call. A small accusation on her part against me and my home and life is in an up roar. I then find myself defending or having to defend myself to angry teens about what ever their mother claims I’ve done…yet again. It’s exhausting fighting, and it’s exhausting and hurtful when it’s with the people you love most in the world. Everyone tells you it’ll get better, that when they are older they will understand and see for themselves. But what no one tells you is…how you deal with it now. How you go without contact now. How you don’t get calls or calls returned now. How the hurt of not being able to be there to see your son play football or when he goes to prom. I can go on and on but I think you get my drift. You do know what it’s like to know, that had you been bitter, little and a nasty human being; simply crushed your ex wife when you had the ability to do so…you wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. And that sports fans is what is the hardest to deal with; knowing that all of this could have been avoided had you simply done the wrong thing.

Yesterday was no different. This started back in April when I told my kids about our summer visit. I explained that I was coming at the beginning of the summer and as soon as school was out. The previous year there was some issue with my timing and their extra curricular activities. My plan was simple, get my five weeks up front and get them back so they could spend the rest of their summer with friends and their activities. I was being understanding as well as trying to accommodate all parties involved. Well as it turned out all three didn’t care to come back early but wanted the whole summer; fine with me as long as their mom was cool with it. And so it went summer vacation.

And it has been a great vacation, Florida, visits with family and friends…great time. Earlier this month I tried to get physicals for my son’s. Why couldn’t they have gotten physicals…say back in January or March seeing how they are good for a year and they wouldn’t have to fight the summer crowds. I mean my ex fought me to be the physical custodian and she was granted the position. My kids live with her so seeing how I’m the abusive and irresponsible parent, why would she in trust something so important to my dumbass? Why would she not insure it was done correctly and efficiently while on her watch? Thus proving that she is the “superior” parent and I…the abusive, self centered asshole she enjoys telling her friends about.

Anyway, I contacted Womack and was told since the boys aren’t seen by a primary physician here there wasn’t room and they’d have to get a referral and bee seen off post. Ok, not a problem. I had to call back to Ireland (Knox) and request. Line busy, leave a message and we will return your call. Waited three days and then I called back which took me close to 45 min before I finally spoke to a human to get some assistance. Later I received a call from the PM and it was explained that they would not grant a referral. A physical is considered “routine” care and they would only grant a referral for acute or other medical emergency. With the way things are, furloughs, sequesters, etc it made perfect sense. So I explained to the boys and problem solved. Well next day I get a phone call from some doctor’s office reminding me of an upcoming appointment for the boys. I didn’t make an appointment and tri-care said no so what the hell. I come home from work and get told that “Mom” has set up a referral and we have to get our physicals. I explained to them what tri-care told me and as usual…it was me who’s wrong and their Mom who was right. So as usual, a small argument ensued and of course I’m not right and I’m the one being difficult and causing problems.

So I call tri-care and after a very informative and detailed talk I discovered there is no way a referral was put in much less approved. Then I walk into my daughter crying and upset. Her mother had called and told her that the boys have an appointment which she made via telephone on Monday at 1000. Moo has been waiting all summer to go to a concert and now she’s upset and can’t go. And whose fault is it…mine because had I taken the boys to get physicals earlier in the summer, this wouldn’t be happening. I did my best to explain things to her but she was too upset and emotional to listen. Once again, a nice day has been ruined by a phone call from the wise and superior parent and now all are mad at me. Madison then tells me that while we were in Georgia, I should have changed providers and gotten them the physicals there, as if I knew all this would happen.

It doesn’t matter that their Mom lied to them…twice and that she could have gotten the physicals months ago. I don’t get how I’m the irresponsible parent yet all the important things get thrown on me to execute. So we are just days away from separating from what was a great summer to spending the last days fighting and placing blame.

Oh and the best part is catching her in not one but two bold face lies. How? Well she told my sons she put them in for a referral which we now know was a lie and...she told them they couldn't get appointments there in KY for two to three weeks. Lie, how do I know because I made both boys appointments from here using Tri-care online on 5 Aug, two days before school. Problem solved right...wrong! She was pissed that I did this. Wait...didn't she call down here and make two appointments for the boys...on my dime?? LOL. So she then wrote the below email. I'm surprised she didn't threaten to contact my Chain of Command yet again. LMFAO. That woman is a trip. But it's ok for her to leave my son at a clinic alone for two hours and then cause a huge ruckus when she returns almost costing a person their job. Wait, she's the superior parent? LMFAO.

 

Received this email from my ex wife Jennifer, it’s laughable and pathetic all at the same time.

“Typical. Faggot. Your boys miss out on even more football. You are such a fucking asshole. They had an appointment today. But you know what? I hope you end up disfigured and laying, locked inside your body after Afghanistan. I will PERSONALLY pay you a visit and look you in the eyes and say "How does it FEEL ASSHOLE". THAT is a PROMISE. I hope your wife sees through your psychotic mind. One thing I know for sure? Is you kids know that you are the biggest jerk alive. And? When they miss out? It has never been due to me. But, their 'father's' bullshit. I hope they blow you away and paralyze you. It's what you deserve. Now, never again, fuck them over, because they are coming to age and hate you for all of your bullshit. You WILL reap what you sow. Oh, and? As per your 'assholeness'? (Please put this on FB you whiny dribbly wimp). I can't take them on the 5th. Why? Because I have a previous engagement. You, on the other hand, had them for TEN WEEKS and wouldn't do YOUR JOB. I can't WAIT for the School Board to notate this. I also can't WAIT until you are deployed. Your kids will be free of your insanity and one thing is for sure-they will NEVER forget what stupidity you come with. Asshole. They will ONLY EVER hate you for all of your drama. YOU.”

This will end when my youngest turns 18 and I know longer am tied to her…period.