I am ready to go. Now.
Friday was his birthday, it was already hard enough making it through Father's day, trying to be respectful. But his birthday weekend... Fridays I take the kids to my moms because I have to work early on Saturdays and it gives me a little break with the option of going out. Of which, in the past year we went out maybe twice, normally by my decree. This Friday he insists that I am his entertainment. I told him we could go get a bite to eat. We went out and the awkward silence, the forced avoidance of many conversation topics made a slow and painful dinner. But the night continued from there; he constantly joked that he was owed something else for his birthday. And I firmly stated that dinner was all he was getting, if he was looking for a good time he could find it elsewhere and suggested going out with his buddies. He persisted and insinuated my duties toward him. Living in the same house and being alone with the person you are divorcing on a Friday night is not a bright...