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Georgie Girl's picture

My Dh jumps through them regularly. I am really annoyed this morning. My Dh jumps through hoop after hoop to please his bd and ex wife. It just burns my ass. I am sick of saying anything because when I do I feel that he does not hear me at all and I end up feeling like my feelings don't matter, only bd's and ex's do. And anyway he just comes up with justification for his actions.
Am I wrong to expect that if my sd is at her mom's for the weekend that her mom should be the one who should be responsible for how she gets to and from places and not dh?
Sheesh. Sorry, that was just a side vent.
I try not to let everything get to me but this one this morning is still stewing. Ss stayed at our house last night and sd went to bm's. Tuesday is usually our night to have the skids but lately sd has been going to bm's on Tuesday nights. Dh drops off ss at bm's in the mornings that we have his kids because ss is in bm's class. Yes, I know it's complicated.
In the past, dh has met bm at sd's school (which is closer to our house) to exchange ss when she has sd since she has to drop off sd anyway and dh drops off my bd there in the mornings. To me, this make sense. So this morning he takes ss to bm's so he can drop him off and pick up sd so he can take her to school since it is too far for bm to drive. What bullshit. His answer was that we usually have both of them on Tuesday and it's his turn. Trust me, it is always his turn. I just don't even know what to say anymore. Can dh really be that blind or does he just enjoy being bm's trained poodle?
Sometimes I just want to scream.

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laurels4u's picture

My DH is comparable to an award winning agility dog when it comes to the flipping bulls&*t hoops and obstacle course his EW and kid runs him through. I get tired of just watching him go through the same course over and over again..... Scream? That's mild sompared to what I'd like to say to all of them. If that were me jumping through hoops to pacify either my daughter or her father, my husband would be the first one with his mouth open and his feet stomping.