Christ on a Cracker

I wasn’t intending to post twice today, but I am so angry right now, I wish I had someone to punch.  Hard.  Then maybe a nutsack to kick. 

Since Douche has been in Afghanistan, he has tried to contact the boys twice.  The first time, I didn’t hear the phone and felt horrible.  I texted his wife and told her to tell him how sorry I was.  He has called her and his other children several times in between, and tried calling again this morning when I was sleeping.  When I go to bed, I either turn my phone off or put it on vibrate, so I didn’t hear it again.  I also had a missed call from his mother.  I told the boys when I woke up that their dad had tried to call again, and that I still had the message if they wanted to listen to it.  They didn’t.  I suggested that they send him an email and call their grandmother.  They have not been interested in doing either, so I will force them later.  I was a little concerned about it this morning, since I know they want to talk to him, but I got busy doing school work and stopped worrying.  Until I got a message from little wifey. 

It said, “Douche was trying to get a hold of you this morning to talk to the boys – he’s upset.”  I told her I knew, and I was sorry, but I was sleeping after spending the last two days in the hospital with my sister.  I asked if he had our home phone number.  She replied, “I don’t know – can you give it to me just in case?  He said the only reason he was trying to call your cell is because he knew the boys would be where you are.”  I told her again that I was sorry, and that normally that would be true, but maybe he should try the house phone next time if he can’t get us on the cell (which I feel is reasonable), and had been hoping he would get a chance to try to call again this afternoon.  She replied, “Yes, well he has no set time he can call, just whenever the phone is free and they are not out on a mission.”  Okaaaay.  I know that.  I also know that he called at least two other people after he tried my phone, but didn’t try to call again.  So I told her that I understood that, but he should also understand that I can’t read minds or know when he is going to be able to call, either.  This was her reply, “Whatever, I’m not looking for an argument (BULLSHIT), all I know is how upset he was and I think he put a little too much faith that you of all people would know to be expecting a call at any time and to answer.”  As if *I* am the untrustworthy person in the equation.  I said that it wasn’t as if I didn’t answer because I knew it was him.  I was alseep because I have been at the hospital for two days straight.  I’ll be damned if I didn’t get another message, “Well you can tell him that next time he tries to call – if he can even get through.  See, this wasn’t the first time.  Oh well, maybe now with the home number we can nip it in the bud.”

The fucking nerve of this bitch, I tell ya.  I understand him being upset about not reaching the boys.  HOWEVER, I don’t understand where she gets off being all high and mighty.  I missed the call, it wasn’t on purpose.  I am not trying to keep him from contacting his children, for Christ’s sake!  For two years now, I have never impeded contact between him and the children, or even between her and the kids.  I would never do that.  Yet, that is how she is spinning it, and I hate it.  I am so fucking angry right now, but I know no amount of explanation to her, or his mother, or anyone will make a damn bit of difference. 

I am going to email him here in a minute, and then will make sure that the boys do, too.  What more can I do to make this better?  I have no idea.  Fucking Douchebag.