I have a couple from this week alone.
I am remarried and recently got the boys dog tags from a military museum. With both the names they go by on the first line, and MY last name on the 2nd line. We travel a lot, if they were to get lost somewhere, I wanted people to be able to easily know who they were/who to get ahold of. With an uncommon last name and a child with a lisp, I was kind of proud of this. They were so excited about this, and showed their father. I figured he'd get mad and I explained I used both names, and I even had reason to. The kids left for the week with him. We get the kids back, have a couple days with them. Monday morning my H (Aussie) leaves for work, and the texts from X begin. (because, he is always VERY nice when my H is around.)
X-"You can't use Aussie's last name on things for the kids."
Me-"Yes I can, I already explained this to you."
X-"They have a father, you can't just replace me because you think you've moved on."
silence from me
X-"Don't put his last name on things for MY kids."
Me-"It's MY last name."
X-"I don't give a shit, you better never put Aussie's last name on things for them again." (Really? Never? So, you want me to remove Aussie's last name from the health insurance through HIS work, that HE pays for, unreimbursed from their father?)
X-"I called my lawyer and she said you can't do that. It is illegal to use anything but their legal names and you can't put Aussie's name on anything." (Dude, they were dog tags...I can put DS9 Trashcan BananaFace on it if I feel like it.)
Me-"Then call the police. And, since you are so concerned about legalities, I'm sure your lawyer informed you our divorce decree states that you have to tell me where you take them when you leave the state. I'm so glad to see you'll oblige without any hassle. We really need to do things the legal way."
X-"Whatever, you're a bitch. And, since we have joint custody, I expect the same from you before you take my kids."
Me "Ok, thanks, bye."
X-You got that?"
Silence
X- You have to tell me
Silence
X- Whatever Weatherly, I'm tired of your shit and i'm done arguing with you.
Funny thing...when we did the divorce settlement, he was damn sure to read the financial stuff and make sure he could claim the kids every other year on taxes. But, that is where the reading stopped apparently, because...I have sole legal and physical custody, and he doesn't even know it.
Then, a couple days later, I get "I need you to tell me your full name, birthday, where you were born, when we got married and divorced, for my passport bullshit."
Really? You're an ass to me and expect me to help you? I am not your secretary. And, I don't even get a please? That was last night, and as I write this he is calling me. Really?