Stupid stupid stupid STRETCH. He decided to mess with me, (I guess) and tell me and the boys that there was a soccer game tonight, but that he would not be there, since he has surgery.
Me: what time is the game.
Him: I won't be there. Somebody is going to cover for me. Since I have surgery...
Me: wait. wait. wait. WHAT time???
Him: 5:30. I might not make it though. I have surgery.
THREE times "surgery" surgery... why won't you ask me about my surgery??? All of this in texts last night.
Me: Ok.
Turns out (drum roll.....) there is no game tonight. DS10 and I found out by showing up. No team on the field in our colors.
I send DS to ask the director, in case it was just the wrong time. OR is it the wrong kid??? No, no game for either of my guys tonight. Must have been a miscommunication..... (eye roll)
On the ride back home, DS says "maybe dad was pranking us." Ha fucking ha.
I guess the program director must have gotten in touch with the idiot coach/Stretch, who called me to apologize. HE didn't realize the mistake "until he was in the pre-op room waiting to go in for SURGERY"... (c'mon! ask me about the damn surgery!!) He must have gotten "confused" looked at the wrong team or something. Stony silence from me.
I asked, "did you tell anyone else? We didn't see anyone there..." No, he mumbles something, probably trying to figure out how to get the word surgery in there one more time.
I interrupt, with "well (teammate) might have come since DS13 told his mom there was a game." (DS13 has this mom for a teacher and mentioned that there was a game)
Now it is Stretch's turn for the awkward silence. Um, well.... I know he was just trying to be helpful ...but...maybe DS shouldn't be telling people when games are....
Seriously? Dude.
You spent the entire conversation with DS13 on the phone last night trying to convince him to come co-coach the (non-existent) game since you had SURGERY and now you want to BLAME DS for repeating your stupid how to fuck with my exwife shenanigans?
Congratulations, douchecanoe. You have managed to look like an idiot to the director. (pretty sure she has his number
) and a soccer parent of a classmate of one DS and the teacher to the other DS (pretty sure she can tell which members of the clan are smart and honest and not douchecanoes). You have failed to get anyone to ask about your surgery and were therefore forced to offer unsollicited that you have a detached retina via text message.
DS said dad has Cadillacs. I smiled. Cadillacs? or cataracts? Cadillacs? In his eye? DS said yes, pink ones. (I love that kid!) According to DS dad has been unable to see in one eye for like 3 weeks?
Damn. What a colossal idiot. If I hadn't married him for sure he'd be dead by now. Permanently blind in one eye might speed up the process? I can't wait to see how he tries to rock an eye patch. NOT.
I am projecting a future court date for non-compliance with support order (can't work if he can't see right?) and a request for forgiveness based on disability.
However, I am pretty sure just being fucking stupid is not a disability, regardless of what it leads to...