Really? How quickly can someone turn into a complete bitch? I get it. It’s called “splitting.” Or it’s a criteria to meet for a diagnosis:
BPD is a cluster B personality disorder where an essential feature of which is a pattern of marked impulsivity and instability of affects, interpersonal relationships and self image. Other symptoms include intense anger and irrationality.
Yeah – fuck that. Five texts and two emails today from Hunter. Some about her Dad, our son, and money for our daughters pictures. She just a $25k cash bonus, and I give up $35k a year in alimony and can she get $20 to split out daughters class pictures. And she gets both the 8 x 10’s and we split everything else blah, blah, blah. Cheap bitch is eventually going to come to Jesus and get her due.
At our sons playoff game she is there early and she has already changed into shorts. She can’t get out early to drop the kids off at a midpoint if I move to Orange County, but for a game where she can show off her tan legs in her new daisy duke style shorts – no worries.
That’s ok. She is worried about her dad who seems to be flip flopping in and out of surgery. Everything is fine, but she gets some text or email and it looks like she is about to cry. I text her if everything is ok and she blows me off. Maybe it’s work, maybe it’s her dad, maybe her boyfriend just told her to get lost, maybe the Locke Ness Monster told her she was pregnant with her baby and she can’t afford the child supports. I don’t know what it is, but she blows up after I ask her about it.
She is a bitch to me, to my daughter, to my mom. I walk away and talk with some of the other parents. I walk back and ask if this is the last inning. She goes on a diatribe about yes it, she knows, she overhead them talk, etc, etcetera. I say it’s not like I would know. There is no way to know which dugout is home or away.
This is an old argument between her and I. She is head strong on third base side is home. That’s where the Angels keep it. But more teams keep it on the first base side in MLB. She doesn’t know it because she doesn’t really know a lot about things she has not personally experienced. She always chastises me on this, but she is just plain wrong. She starts in on this again, and I stop her in her tracks. I walk away.
On the way out she yells at my mom about the end of the inning. Hunter goes on about the wrong playoff schedule since she obviously did not look at the new schedule the league just sent out. I know I’m not the “alpha male” jock type, but I did coach his team the last time he played and I was on the Leagues Board. I know a few of the basics and I don’t need this brat to tell me the why’s and where’s of baseball because she used to watch her brother play. Force out is not a Star Wars movie.
I keep walking. On the way out, she starts yelling at Son and the coach backs her up but things start going bad because Hunter has to take them out to dinner in order to bribe son into playing. (They didn’t win but son had four hits, two RBI’s, and an out. Not too bad for an Aspie with horrible ADHD). She starts going on about calling me late and I tell her not to. I don’t want to talk to her if she is still in bitch mode, much less watch the kids cry because she has treated them like shit.
I go grocery shopping, and get home around 8:30 to a quiet house and peaceful reality. Talked with a couple of people and watched a hot married blond follow me around the store. I ignore her. If you are married you are not on my radar – even if she wants to talk about some new TJ’s cookie style peanut butter. If there is a ring – you are not for me.
Hunter is a fucking nightmare and my Creator needs to help me get her out of my head and my daughter out of her roof. My patience is getting low, but hopefully I can help her find a way to walk away from both kids. Time to eradicate everyone from her illness since it is obvious she is never going to seek treatment – just a new prop to replace me and the rest of her imperfect family. Then all hell will break loose.