And a brief update
I dropped Sam off with his grandparents, and said 99% of what needed to be said to MM’s father. I didn’t get the opportunity to speak to her mom, but what I need to say will best be conveyed by MM. I don’t know, or care, if I “won” or what, but I said what I felt was necessary and hopefully didn’t go over the top. I think my point was made, and when I spoke to MM this evening, she didn’t bring it up, so either they didn’t say anything to her or her father decided I was being reasonable, if indignant.
Money quotes:
When I arrived here a half-hour late and I was told you had been going to wait 10 more minutes and head back to Canada with my son, MY son, MINE, I nearly blew my stack. I coulda spit nails. Don’t EVER do that again.
I work my ass off for that kid, and don’t like being treated like some kind of scumbag.
“We don’t treat you like a scumbag. The fact the we drive him down here for you should prove something.”
That is a favor you’re doing for Melissa to meet her obligations to me. And speaking of obligations, please make sure she gets this money for child support (hands over money order). I pay my support every month, and no one’s ever had to nag me or even ask. I’ve increased his support buy $50 to $100 bucks whenever I can, not because someone told me to, but because Sam deserves it. I don’t skip a month, like his visits…
But I digress. I’m not writing this down as some paean to my bravery or indignation or whatever.
I am exhausted. We got home from New Jersey around 11:00 AM, and as usual when I have something important to do early in the morning, I had difficulty sleeping. I did the entire eight-nine hour round trip on five (?) hours of sleep, two cups of shitty coffee, and nutrition-fre road food. It’s about 8:00 PM eastern as I type, and I’ve been napping on and off since 4:30. I have to get outside and put some food in my belly: I think I may get a caesar salad with chicken. My body is craving fiber.
I need to buy a digital camera of some kind. My mother, bless her heart, has had a 10-year affair with those shitty disposable cameras, and the pictures they generate are always blurry and more importantly, difficult to load into photobucket. All that nasty scanning, etc. Except for some stern discipline to teach a little boy not to run away, which ended with being carried like a sack of potatoes back to the car to get the stroller while said little boy shriekd and screamed “put me down, I’m not a baby!”, we had an excellent time. We spent the evening at Ocean City on the Boardwalk riding the rides and eating french fries. Sam liked all the rides, but his favorites were the giant slide and the spinning hot air balloons, which is a ride kind of like the tilt-a-whirl but 30 feet off the ground. When I have photos I’ll post them.
At this point I am going to give MAD props to my ten-year-old nephew Floyd, who is simply wonderful with my son. As soon as possible, I’m going to have to reward Floyd for being such a good kid, not because I promised him anything, but because he deserves it.
And with that, I am out for a salad.
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