Three Wishes

Biking is heavy. Nearly every day this month I biked to work. 

Dreams have been interrupted by spotty sleep patterns and heavy stress.

 What a distressing month. A breakup was enough pain. But no, I apparently had more misery on tap whether I wanted it or not.

I had problems with my dad's second spouse's backbiting me, in front of my family, for months, and had resolved to fix them by confronting. The opportunity came when my dad invited me to dinner at a restaurant, and took the offending spouse along. Well, the confrontation went bad in a hurry. I place part of the blame on my tequila induced bluntness. I directly accused this person of mocking my life choices behind my back, without specific examples. The reaction was defiant and hostile, naturally. I muffed the chance at reconciliation. I got insulted repeatedly and taunted at every opportunity. My opinions are known to them, and they scoffed, mocked and disagreed with me disrespectfully every opportunity they got. It was upsetting to say the least. Then they left me to finish my meal alone. Poor dad was caught in the middle. He doesn't have the energy to stand up for himself, much less me, anymore.

What I should have done was gently ask open ended questions about the conversations they have with my kids and siblings when I am not there. What could they have said which would have upset my family into reporting to me about this mocking they repeatedly carried on with multiple times in front my my family? Perhaps we could have gotten to an understanding more peacefully.

Tequila screwed that up. Bad choice on my part. 

My naive attempt to get more visitation with my son got blitzed by my ex and her aggressive lawyer. Her hired thug document server even CAME IN MY HOUSE, against the law, to serve me papers. Very unnerving. Made police report. She sent a 40 page rebuttal of my petition. Will see a lawyer to organize rebuttals to her rebuttals, which, it turns out, are rather flimsy. 

So, triple whammy. I hate to be challenged this way. Anxiety in abundance!  I fantasize having a laid back happy ex who would be willing to expand my visitation and share custody with our only son. Also, my dad with a kinder gentler, less judgmental second spouse would be great. And why not? How about a loving loyal girlfriend who isn't so easily distracted by other guys?

Three Wishes.