Yeah and the Gnat, he can go screw himself. He is out of town for work and had the same stomach virus on Monday (right after having the kids all weekend). He never mentioned this to me until yesterday. I had to briefly speak with him on the phone (yuck) to sort out a complicated child support issue. He then asked if the kids had gotten sick yet. Gee thanks for the heads up, asshole. I texted him again today (about the CS issue) and mentioned DS being sick and asked him how long it lasted. He said only one day, but never said anything else nor asked later how he was doing. I don't get it. If my kids were sick with him, I would want updates and said something like "oh, my poor, little guy". Nope, nothing from the Gnat.
I'm just hoping that Hello Kitty got a horrible version of this virus this week where it was coming out both ends . Yes, I'm evil.
[This message edited by newlysingle at 8:04 PM, November 15th (Friday)]
Sorry he's sick, but hopefully already better by the time I post this!
Married: 11 years, no kids
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark. -Michelangelo
I would generalize and say it's a male thing, but then I read the posts on here by fathers who fight tooth and nail for every second they can possibly have with their kids. So I guess it's a 'selfish liar' thing.
Gemini- I know what you mean about other dads. The Gnat always traveled extensively throughout our marriage and I rarely heard from him while he was gone. I just chalked up to him being busy and the long hours he worked while he travels. Well, a good friend came and visited me this past summer. Her H also travels a ton and has an equally stressful job with long hours like the Gnat. He checked in with her and the kids a couple of times everyday. It was then that I realized how f'd up my marriage had really been. He never really cared.
It was then that I realized how f'd up my marriage had really been. He never really cared.
I had the opportunity to see a functioning, loving, supportive M up close. He came home and brought lunch, FFS (they have lunch a few times a week). Engaged, interested, invested - so plugged in.
I sat there stunned. TBH I'm still pretty stunned. I think I managed to get the sad clown to come to the park with us at the weekend maybe once.
Fucked up is an understatement.