Okay, so the STBX walks out almost 12 weeks ago. Self-proclaimed dad of the century...actually tried to tell me that he raised my son alone for 10 years. Bullshit, I was home every night, cooked, cleaned, wouldn't travel for my job, etc. Sure he did more of the parent-teacher and doctor stuff, but it was easier for him to get off work and I was supporting the family. Anyway, since he left he has seen my son for a total of 82 waking hours and the Fucktard lives only 5 minutes away. And on top of inconsistent visitation he wasn't good about calling. It was all my fault, of course. So two weeks ago I text him that he is losing the boy. So for five days he calls every night. Leaves monotone messages "hey buddy, it is your dad, I love you and goodnight. Call me." I ask my son every day if he wants to call his dad and most times he says no. He is ten and talking on the phone isn't fun, especially when you are hurt and mad and confused about all of this. Then the STBX sees my son for 2 hours on Saturday and leaves town for a business thing. He does not call Saturday, Sunday or Monday and then texts me on Tuesday to find out when he can call. I give him a time to call each night. Son calls him Tuesday. No call from STBX tonight. My son's therapist is amazed. He says that most men try to be the best dad after they leave, especially in the first 6 months, and he is perplexed because the STBX is doing the opposite. He also said that this is the first time he has experienced a parent who has not come to a therapy session with his child or even called to inquire about how it is going. WTF is wrong with this man? Sorry, I just had to vent. Thanks for listening.
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