A Pig Is A Pig

My daughter turned 10, and I missed it.  It was the week before I moved back home and even though I called her on her special day, it wasn’t the same.  I told her I would make it up to her in person when I got home.

Two days after arriving home, I got the chance.  I picked up my oldest daughter from Ex #1 and then picked up my youngest daughter from Ex #2.  We went to youngest daughter’s favorite restaurant for dinner and had a wonderful time.

We laughed, joked and enjoyed each other’s company.  I had all three kids together again and it felt right.  I hadn’t been this happy in a long time and I savored every minute of it.  This is what life is all about.  This is why I made the difficult choice to leave -- I was with my kids again.  I wouldn’t have to miss another concert, sporting event or birthday ever again.

Still happy, I returned the girls to their dads.  Ex #2 was pleasant as always.  We discussed a family event the following weekend with my family and promised to go over details later in the week.

Ex #1, Lazy, wasn’t as nice.  He sauntered out to the car with attitude when I pulled up.  “Are you taking ‘L’ next weekend?”  he demanded.

I told him it would probably be ok, but I would have to clear it with my girlfriend since I was staying at her house.  I couldn’t just say "yes" -- it’s not my house.

Apparently that interfered with his plans and he was pissed when I didn’t immediately say I’d gladly pick her up.  “I had a right to know as soon as you made the decision to move.”

What?  He was scolding me for not picking up the phone and telling him about my failing marriage?  I should have "cleared" it with him before leaving my husband?