I Sure Do Love Speaking To The Ex!

My ex and I had a very acrimonious divorce. That’s actually putting it mildly. After two years, we can have a normal conversation occasionally. We’ve come to this point by communicating as little as possible.

Frankly, the less I have to do with him, the better. However, he still tries (and succeeds) to get under my skin from time to time. One example is yesterday’s phone conversation:

Ex: Did you bring son to camp yet!?!?!?!?

Me: Yes, he’s already on the bus.

Ex: When are you going to bring him by my house to pick up his allergy medication?!?!? He didn’t take it last night!!

Me: Actually, he did take it last night at my house. I have a few of his pills left.

Ex: Oh. Well, son has a field trip on Friday, and I just wanted to make sure you knew…

Me: ….that he needs money for lunch that day? I’m aware of it, but thank you.

Ex: (Frustrated grumbling) Fine! That’s all I wanted to tell you! (CLICK)

The reason I find this conversation so fascinating and annoying is that for the first ten years of our son’s life, I handled just about everything child-related. From doctor’s visits to camp signups, from child care to sports registration, you name it, I did it. Now, he acts as if I’ve become suddenly incompetent and have no idea about what’s going on in our son’s life.
 
Am I overreacting a bit? Maybe. Maybe because I am still upset about the fact that that our joint custody arrangement leaves me with less time with our son than I’d like. Or maybe because until very recently, I was constantly berated and taunted on the phone by the ex. I’ve been called every name under the sun from a fat bitch, to the always-wonderful “c” word.