My ex had made arrangements to spend the weekend with the kids b/c of Father's Day and a family party. Well he called me this morning in a panic - I could tell he was crying - and asked me to come and pick up the boys, wouldn't tell me anything just asked me to come. (Drama QUEEN) So I jump in my car still in my pj's and drive down to his mothers house and find out that there has been a giant "kerfuffle" with his siblings that involving a fist fight and property damage. The police were called to break things up and charges were being laid. None of the kids were involved or hurt but they and their cousins witnessed everything.
Ex was very emotional and wanted to talk to me before I left, he said he'd never lost it like that before and he was so sorry and he didn't know how to fix it. I asked him if he'd hurt anyone physically, if any of the damage I saw outside the house was from him, or if he was charged with anything and he said no.
I laughed at him. I couldn't help myself. I told him he most definitely had done worse, reminded him of a few of his more epic tantrums, hugged him, told him I was still talking to him and he could fix things if he wanted to. It was nice to see him feeling bad about something.
I'm always glad I finally saw the light and got a divorce, but sometimes I'm so very grateful for my life now I could just cry with relief. This is one of those times. The kids get to come home with me and be safe. I don't have to help fix things with that family b/c divorce means I don't have to be related to them anymore.