My eldest twin boys, and their cricket team, made it into the grand final, and rang me (from an anonymous mob phone) today 5 minutes from the start of play, asking me if I could spare the time to watch them play.
So the good woman and I dash around the house, dressing to two youngest, packing food and drinks, so we finally rock up at the ground 20 minutes after the start of play. Jake has already been out to bat and was dismissed for 4. Not real good for an opening bat but worse still, we missed it. But Sean was next to bat, their team was copping a wiping, and not long after making ourselves comfortable, Sean strode out to centre. The first three balls he faced where no balls, at over shoulder height, and at a pace I would call intimidating, But he stood his ground, and dispatched the very next ball with a delightfully timed glance, to get off the mark. He played some really nice strokes, before being bowled to a very dubious ball, but hey it’s a cricket game, played for fun not sheep stations.
So there you have it, a beautiful day in the country, watching ya sons play the game they both get lots of enjoyment from. Sounds great don’t it? It was! Then the phone squawked, a message, hmmmm, don’t know that number, hmmmm, started to read, and the ass end dropped out of my world….. It was one of those oh so luvin messages from the ex. For the last 10 years, I’ve been copping bullshyte like this, abuse over this and that, f*#* me its little wonder I didn’t get blamed for the Black Saturday fires. In fact until the boys rang me this morning she didn’t have my number……. Another abusive message about child support payments……..Grrrrrrrr…… Want to make my blood boil, it’s the perfect way……Grrrrr… I used to have a private agreement with my ex, see would put her hand out for money, and I would dig deep into my pocket and empty it every time….. Mind you paying much much more than required by law. Mind you it was not regular, but over a given period it still exceeded what was required by law. But silly me, no efen stupid me thought, all is sweet, we are getting along fine, I don’t need to document this…. WRONG. The first time she put her hand out and I turned out my pocket to reveal that I was in fact broke, due to this and that, all bloody hell broke lose.
So she started denying me access to the boys, wouldn’t turn up at court for hearings to solve this either, she went of running to the child support agency, etc etc etc.
Well we as in me and Donna got all that sorted, and we now play them, the child support agency the required amount of child support. This in fact put more money in our pocket and less in hers. The perfect case of, cutting off your nose to spite your own face. But shyte you not it took months of being probed by the tax department, and the child support agency, to clear our names. And I still have no legal right to access to my boys, but they the boys are beginning to wake up, and they are asking to see me. The problem for the ex is today they witnessed first hand the spitefulness of their mother towards me, and my new family.
Yes another nail in her coffin, but really for what? I don’t understand it, come to think of it I don’t want to. She got me out of her life, she got what she wanted, I’ve done everything morally right, yes I f*#*ed up and didn’t get the payments I made directly to her, in the form of cash, signed for. I’ve left her well alone to do as she pleases, without comment or condemnation, the fact is I just don’t f*#*en care, if she wishes to bong her life away, and drink herself stupid, that’s her right. The boys are a wake up to the drugs, and I have no fear of them getting involved, they are being housed and feed well, but for f*#* sake, she wants more money out of me….. Hello what is it she don’t get. I’m not her husband no more, but the really f*#*ed up thing is she can still afford to buy smokes, booze, and dope….. F*#* me standing woman, give up the cancer sticks, if she still smokes 25 plus sticks a day, that’s gotta be $14 maybe $15 a day, arh hello that’s $100.00 a week. I don’t know what a g of dope is worth these days, but going on the prices I would pay way back when, and she’s doing a couple of those too, so without giving up on the booze she could well be $150.00 a week better off.
So what the f*#* can she be thinking? if she could think past the drug and booze induced haze, it wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to work out with all the government hand outs she get, she is better off than us financially, we work our asses off, run our own business, plus work other jobs, pay our taxes pay my child support, and pay all those expenses associated with owning a business, but because we are making something of our lives, and crawling away at making life better for ourselves, she thinks she has the right to drag us backwards, so she can keep her lifestyle of doing sweet f*#* all, getting stoned off her face, and pissed as a fart, at my expense and at the expense of my new family.
I have, distanced myself from her, like today as we drove into the oval I spotted her car, then her, and drove to very other side of the ground, and parked, I don’t want public displays of hatred, I just couldn’t be f*#*ed, I’ve to be quite frank, got better things to do.
When Jake won a scholarship at High School for music at the award night Donna and I had to sneak in, cause she didn’t want us to know, and when she found out that we knew all merry hell broke loose, and when she found out we where there, been and gone, the poor year coordinator, copped a right royal serve.
It would be oh so easy to turn my back on my boys and I understand why many men do so. It’s so easy to understand why men loose it and to stop the misery, give their ex a hollow point lead injection. Isn’t it funny the person that wants, or should I say instigates the, move on, often doesn’t, then spends the rest of their miserable life trying to hold back their ex’s.