There's no logical explanation for why it happens... like flicking a switch on-and-off somedays... usually there's a trigger... but not always.
I'd really like to thank Trish at "This Country Life" for being the first person in almost 4 1/2 years of blogging who actually appreciates my situation: "There has to be something we can do about 'non custodial parents'. I was one too and had no rights whatsoever..."
I've been a divorced dad for over 6 years now, and every road I walk down in this area seems to rise up and smash me in the face. Until I get to a point where I'm beyond feeling about it.
A few years ago I tried participating in a mens' group who were in the same situation as myself. The more we explored our mutual situations and legal rights together, the more despondent we became.
Needless to say I didn't stay with that group for very long, sadly.
The boys' mum is a great mum, and I totally respect her for that. The boys are in a great loving family environment, and I could not be more positive and excited for them. That's the whole reason I'm not totally insane.
The twist is that she knows I have virtually no rights and comebacks as far as being the 'non custodial parent', and rubs it in my face on a bi-monthly basis. Subconsciously, but she does it.
It's been over three years since the boys have come over to my place to hang out. Their school treats me as a 'person non-grata' as far as their education goes... oh, until they require some money out of me, of course. Asshats.**
It gets to a point where I am numb beyond caring. I get to a point where I simply don't ask anymore, because there are only so many times you can hear "no" as an answer... the amount of invalid reasons and mindless excuses I've been handed... 6 years times every few weeks... you do the fucking maths.
That's the emotionally-crippling aspect of all of this.
Oh, I'll shut up. No-ones' interested anyways. I'll just post a funny picture instead.
Oh, by the way... that's the first time I've ranted anything remotely negative about my boys' mum in 6+ years. It won't become a habit.
Divorce isn't something you just "get over".
It's raining here! I still get excited about it because it's only happened a handful of times here over the last six years!
I was having this conversation with a fellow rural-living blogger recently...
This is how people born-and-bred in the city think (it's true!) -
Q: Where does water come from? A: The tap.
Q: Where does milk come from? A: The Carton.
Q: Where does meat come from? A: The plastic tray from the freezer.
Most of the Western world has no idea... much to their own detriment.
I know. I was the same way until I moved out here... didn't take a second to think about it.
Now I totally appreciate the endless, thankless work people living on the land perform for the continuation of our daily living.
* For whatever strange, bizarre, unexplainable Twilight-Zone reason, this seems to have become 'word of the week', hasn't it? lol
** How about the fact that the schools dearly-loved ex-Principal and former head teacher passed away recently (very very sad!) - yet I had NO IDEA until Wednesday night?!?
Peas be with ewe
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