Normally I don't let being divorced bother me too awful much. I have come to accept the fact that I have to let my ex husband have his time with the kids. Afterall he does only get every other weekend with them. But sometimes I just can't help but let it still upset me.
Today is my youngest's 4th birthday. He is with his dad. So when I got to work I called him to tell him happy birthday. The ex didn't have a problem with that, I told my little Ricky that I would play a song for his birthday, so he picked one. (I work at a radio station) So since he can't get my station at his dad's, I put him on hold so he could hear me talk. I made a big deal for him on air about his birthday, then I turned it up here in the control room and I was listening to him singing it. Then his dad came in and hung up the phone on us. I was going to call back, but Ricky was wanting me to come get him bad enough allready. And that is hard on him. So I just cried for a bit, I know I shouldn't let all this get to me, I have been pretty lucky so far to have always had the kids on thier birthdays.
It's taken me a long time to get used to the idea of them leaving every other weekend. I try to look at it as my break. Then when something like this happens I just sit and feel sorry for myself.
So anyone else have a sad story about having to give up the kids?
Sometimes being divorced just plain sucks. Exes can be such assholes. But I guess if they weren't assholes, they wouldn't be exes.
Slowly coming out of my funk,