In the latest chapter of "please be my friend", exWH decided to text me to ask if he could switch a dinner night with the kids because he has to go out of town on his usual day with them. He goes even further to tell me that he has to go on this trip because one of his brothers is getting married. There was no reason whatsoever to tell me that. I'm not the school marm. I don't need to know why you can't make it to class, dick. If it doesn't involve my kids, which it doesn't in this case, I'm on a don't need to know list.
As usual, I never said a word about the news. I said the dinner switch is fine. Crickets, zero, zip after that. I'm not asking who, what, why, when or where. I'm not extending my congratulations or condolences. I'm not asking about or commenting on a family wedding that is taking place in the family he booted me from.
Wtf does he expect? All I can say is that if he's looking to me to make him feel better about his choices and to smooth it all over with some friendly conversation that in any other universe would take place over a fancy cup of flavored coffee, he can jam that idea straight up his dumpy, drunk, stupid ass. I wasn't put on earth to make the evil bastard who purposely stabbed me in the back a million times over feel the warm and fuzzies.
I hear you about the chit chat. Makes me want to stab my STBX in the mouth.
All I can say is that if he's looking to me to make him feel better about his choices and to smooth it all over with some friendly conversation that in any other universe would take place over a fancy cup of flavored coffee, he can jam that idea straight up his dumpy, drunk, stupid ass.
I no longer give a fuckity fuck about you
That' my favorite part
If I ever break no contact again, I'm thinking that will be one of the first things I say
Maybe he thought he had to give some "important" excuse as to why he needed the switch? Whatever assface. Just shove it up your ass
I'm so stealing this for nexr encounter with asshat! With appropriate credit, of course!
So now, I get texts like "can I drop the kids off Saturday evening instead of Sunday because I have to fly to Miami for a Sunday meeting that just came up". I was married to the asshole for 8 years and know that he never has meetings on Sundays. I respond now with "that is fine. We will discuss which day you will trade with me for this day when you return from vacation". Then I get a bunch of defensive, whiny texts where he tries to convince me it really is a meeting. I don't respond to those. Asswipe.
You go girl, tell it like it is. Love it!