Fast forward to this morning, and I get a text from him basically apologizing out the wazoo saying that he thought I was looking for more money than what it really is, and he'll have half of the deposit to me at drop-off on Sunday and the other half at the end of next week. I was glad that I was sitting down. Of course, it's not a done deal until he gives me the money, and does it regularly, but still. Typically when he says he's going to give me money he does - and even if he doesn't, I can just have his wages garnished further.
We then carried on a somewhat pleasant conversation about J, which is a huge switch to how he usually is with me on "his weekends". Maybe we've turned a corner and we'll be able to co-parent effectively? I'm not counting my chickens before they've hatched, but I can hope!
This is it. The darkest day. The blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let's see what we're made of, you and I.
― The Doctor