They’re all a$$holes
Back to school means a lot of paperwork, a stack for each of the three kids. My guy doesn’t do paperwork, so I settle in (before any of you say anything, he does a lot of stuff for me too). I have to have the kids sign some stuff, and when I call SD12 in to sign hers, she’s snotty! “Why are YOU the one signing these? (Sneer, disdain)” What I wanted to say? “Because neither one of your parents are doing their freaking job! You’re welcome!”
Then after I start filling everything out, the ex calls and gets pissy, says she already filled everything out. Doesn’t make any sense because she hasn’t had them for a week and she didn’t go to the orientation events or anything. So my guy starts asking her questions and finds out she just doesn’t want me doing it; she’d rather do it when she gets them Wednesday. Fine by me, except that I’m half way done by that point. Then she calls back and says we can fill out the chrome book permission slips, because you have to attach a $20 check, and she doesn’t want to pay it. So I do that, fill out the forms and checks for the chrome books, only to have my guy complain that I filled out three different checks. I pointed out that they’re being turned in with three different forms, for three different kids, to three different teachers, and he insists I did it wrong. At which point I have a meltdown about SD12 giving me shit, her mother complicating everything by another half assed attempt at partial parenting, and his BS. I end up shouting at him, “Fuck you! Fuck every fucking one of you!” Which I have to admit is not constructive.
So I storm off to the shower, and when I get out, I’m still mad. He has to push it by asking if I’m done being grouchy! So I tell him only if he’s done being an asshole!
Now, we appear to be at an impasse.