Fuck! 13 has been complaining more and more about his mom. She doesn't want to spend any time with the kids. Whenever they are all home together, she will keep moving to rooms they're not in, and texts non-stop with Rig Pig. When she has to talk to the boys, she is just fucking miserable. The only time she isn't in a bad mood, is when Rig Pig is in town. Then she is Mother of the Year, and they all do "family" stuff together.
10 hasn't really complained, but he never has much to say about anything except for whatever his biggest interest is at the time. He has, however, said that when he's 14, he wants to move into the city with me. I think that may be his way of voicing similar complaints.
I have let 13 sound off about his mom to me, because I am his understanding parent. He needs one. I mostly just sympathize with him, but sometimes speak very frankly about her attitudes and moods.
I woke up this morning to the following text from 13:
FUCK IT! Can I move in with you?
I decided to send him an email that explained the situation to the best of my ability. Here is what I sent:
Hey 13,
I'm not sure if your text about living with me was a serious request, or an expression of anger, so I'm going to respond as though it's a request.
First of all, I would LOVE that, but it really isn't practical. When your mom and I decided that I should be the one to move, we knew that we couldn't afford two big places. We decided that she would keep the big place in the country - near her work and family - where you guys could keep all your stuff, and go to the same schools. This was before I realized that you would start to bear the load of her moods it never even occurred to me that THAT would happen, because I thought she hated me (and that her hate for me was the cause of her moods), but know that she loves you.
In order to change all that now, I would have to have both of you come live with me, and find at least a three-bedroom place, and your mom would have to sell her house and move someplace cheap, to help me with child support payments. Then she would have to move into an apartment, and you would live with her on weekends.
I'm not sure if you would have as much freedom to hang with your band on weekends with her, and she would be a VERY bitter woman at having lost her big house and her single-woman weekends - and can you imagine her moods if SHE had to start living among "poor people"?
If we were to totally flip the lives around like that, I would need to give her a really good reason. That would mean telling her the truth (that her kids hate living with her), or making up a really good lie (can't imagine what that would have to be!). It might even have to involve a child custody battle in court - which would make both of us poor, and honestly, I would run out of money for lawyers first. Also, she would have the ammunition of my mental health issues and suicide attempt to use against me.
Unfortunately, I think the only option at this point is for you guys to stick it out with her for a few more years. That's four more years for you (seven for poor 10!), but then you'll be mostly free of her, and won't have to spend such long periods of time together. I know four years seems like forever, but it's probably the only option at this point.
I think you know this, but I really want to stress that when I moved out, I was only leaving your mom. It fucking killed me to be moving someplace where you guys wouldn't be spending seven days per week. It was NEVER about leaving you guys.
I'm sorry. I really would love to have you guys live here, but I just can't see how we can make it happen. If you want to phone and bitch about it this afternoon, please do.
I love you!
The Dad.
His response:
Hey Dad!
Those are all valid points. It would make my life a WHOLE lot easier living with you.
4 years? Fuuuuuuck!
I can't even imagine what that lie would be :p
I love you too
The Son
He's just such a good kid (except for the foul language. I don't know where he gets that!). I hate to see him going through this shit. I mean, what'n fuck is wrong with her that she treats her kids like this. I remember when they were babies, she would regularly turn to me and say, "I love them so much. I would step in front of a bus for them!" I keep waiting for that bus.
Apparently being nice and hanging out with them is too much effort though!
I'm sure that I said all kinds of inadvisable stuff in my email to 13 (and in many of my other communications with him over the last year), but he is just carrying so much of the load of The Princess' moods that I wanted to let him know that none of this is his fault, and that I am not rejecting him.
I just don't know what to do with this shit. I know that I can't make her be a nice parent. I'm not even looking for advice, because I know there's really nothing I can do - just looking to commiserate. Thanks.