Every year, The Princess' next door neighbour (previously my neighbour as well) spends weeks working on a big Halloween display on his front yard. He builds gravestones, zombies, lots of stuff. For the last couple of years, 10 has helped him build it.
The week after I moved out, he (let's just call him Fuckhead) showed up on her doorstep with a couple remote control helicopters for my boys. By the way, this guy has a wife, and two college-age daughters, and there have been rumours in the neighbourhood about him screwing around on his wife and pursuing other women.
A few days ago, Fuckhead asked The Princess if he could take my boys with him to the "Halloween store". The fucking idiot said yes!
Her justification: He wouldn't do anything with both boys there.
He gets them in the car, and starts pumping them for info: "Is your mom dating anyone?"; "Really, I wouldn't have thought a pretty woman like her would date him."; "How's your dad handling this?"; "He has depression? Want to know what I think of that? That's something that happens when you watch too many soap operas"; "See that strip joint? That's where we'll go next time."
The boys told me this today, and told me that they both thought he was an arsehole for making fun of my depression. Then 10 said, "And he's been texting me."
If I hadn't already been pissed off, that would have sealed the deal. I had a look at the texting app on 10's iPod, and the texts were pretty harmless-looking - just about when they were going to work on his yard next - but I still didn't like it. And most importantly, The Princess didn't tell me about any of this!
I had a talk with both boys, saying that if they ever get a text they are uncomfortable with - from anyone - they were to show it to me or their mom.
Phoned The Princess after she got the boys back to her place tonight, and discussed my worries. I told her that she needed to back me up on this, and we would tell 10 that there will be no more texting with Fuckhead. At first she asked if I couldn't just check his texts every time I have the boys. I told her that was not enough.
Finally she called 10 into the room, told him she was on the phone with me, and we don't want him texting Fuckhead anymore. 10 said okay, and that he would delete Fuckhead's contact info, as well as blocking him.
I asked her if she would just do a casual neighbourly chat with Fuckhead, and mention that "by the way", we don't let our kids text with adults. That would keep it casual and non-confrontational. She was unwilling to do that, and wanted me to. So then it becomes an angry, accusatory message from the jilted husband. Yeah, that'll make it better.
However, I AM willing to do something uncomfortable to protect my kids, so I sent him the following email:
10 was telling me that he has been texting you. I just wanted to let you know that we don't let our kids text with adults - for everybody's protection. He has removed your contact info from his iPod.
The Princess called me back later to thank me for sending the email, and tell me she had a further talk with both boys. She told him that while we don't think Fuckhead is a molester, they will quite often elbow their way into a family when the dad has left, buy things for the kids, and spend extra time with them, and try to belittle their parents - so we're not taking any chances, and we're shutting this down.
Fucking finally, she took SOME action. Yet another GREAT side effect of her fucking everything that moves, I'm out of the picture in our neighbourhood, and we have to worry about predators.
Personally, I don't care anymore if she wants to spread her legs for everyone, but she needs to protect my kids!
I can't remember if I've mentioned to y'all how much I fucking hate her.Loyal spouse: Me; Disloyal spouse: The Princess
Two sons: Currently 10 and 13
D-Day: Nov 15, 2012
Separated: March 2, 2013 after 17 years of marriage
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!