Alright, just going to get it off of me so I can get some sleep. . .
My ex-asshole just spent $5,000 on a guitar. I would love to say this doesn’t bother me, but it does.
Our oldest son turns 18 in 16 days. For the last 4-5 months the asshole has been telling said child that he was intent on buying him a car to celebrate the occasion. They have even gone out and looked at a few, test drove together and bonded.
About 10 days ago the boy told me that the asshole told him the used car market just wasn’t producing anything worthy for $5,000, but not to fear, he was sure something would materialize.
Apparently a Les Paul materialized before the car did, and so it won, without much of a fight.
The boy is not too broken up about it, mainly because he knows his father is a selfish ass, but I’m pissed because I thought divorce would make him a better father. That he’d have no choice but to step up and be present since I wouldn’t be there to pick up the slack.
Now don’t go thinking that I’m pissed because my kid doesn’t get a car. I’m not. The boy knew I wasn’t buying anything like a car for a variety of reasons. The biggest being I don’t subscribe to children just being GIVEN cars, no matter how well off the parents are.
My irritation stems from years of being married to a man who insisted on purchasing his status.
Big house, gigantic SUV, sports car, and guitars. Lots of guitars. The last one he bought before I told him I wanted a divorce was $10,000. Just whipped out the AMEX and brought that puppy home.
When we separated we walked away from the big house because I couldn’t afford it and even though he said he’d pay me enough spousal/child support to keep it up, I didn’t trust him. Thank God I listened to that little voice. He took the sports car and I took the SUV, which was paid off. As soon as the divorce was final I traded the SUV for a car I could afford to buy gas for and they repossessed his Lotus. He had to sell his guitars to pay his lawyers. When he tells the story (and he tells anyone who will listen, even if they don’t know him) he lost everything in the divorce to that bitch he gave everything to, who just woke up one day and decided she didn’t want to be married anymore.
Grow up and take some responsibility. It takes two to dance and two to screw the dance up.
But then, that’s the problem. He won’t grow up.
He took me to court in January and convinced the judge he was too poor to pay me anything or even help pay for health insurance for his kids. He tells the kids he has no money for anything except his blonde highlights, two cartons of cigarettes a week, weed, his Audi TT, and now his guitar.
No money for school clothes, school supplies, senior pictures, announcements, class ring. Nope, the bitch paid for all that.
No money to do anything more than hang out at his house watching tv on the weekends the kids are with him.
But dammit if there wasn’t a free $5,000 lying around to buy that guitar.
I make sure my kids have what they need, and they know that. It’s what I do. I just really thought he would too.
Oh my God, I need a vacation.
Now I will just have to settle for sleep.