When Does the B.S. End?

Can someone please tell me when all of the divorce BS ends? Never? Okay, at least that’s an answer! I’ve been MIA from blogging lately because I am frustrated, angry, spent, beaten-down, and just plain exhausted. I am sick to DEATH of dealing with the ex. I am tired of the threats of being brought back to court, being called a bitch, the incessant demands for extra time with our son (which I must IMMEDIATELY agree to, or more threats and name-calling), arguments over vacation time, the drama, the control-freak tactics, etc. 

Honestly, is this ever going to stop? I have pleaded with the ex on several occasions to bury the hatchet and try to have a working co-parenting relationship for our son, since we have joint custody. Nope, nope, nope! He says we don’t need one. After he called me at work last week and called me a bitch, now, he’s in full ignore mode.

I have no idea when, where, or if I am supposed to pick our son up from his home on Monday. I have no idea if our son’s corrected report card went to his home. This is my “punishment,” I suppose, it's because I didn’t hand our son over during my vacation time with him. Just because we didn’t go away the entire time, I’m supposed to give up the limited time I have with him whenever the ex wants it. If I ask for makeup time, I get shot down.

This situation tears me up because I know it’s a poor situation for our son. Even his counselor says so. I am more than ready, willing, and able to work with the ex for the sake of our son. I’ll do it starting today, tomorrow, whenever he wants. Because this situation is truly ridiculous. It’s time for all of the adults in our son’s life to start acting like reasonable adults; I am including myself, too.