Ah, after writing yesterday I am feeling better. I have come out the other side for now, and now I can laugh. Here is my laugh of the day, part of a tl;dr response that came after I moved for the first time that we go to mediation. I like it when people try to explain something to you that fundamentally doesn’t make sense in the first place.
I feel like I am already giving up so much time with F., and these arrangements are quite fair.
That being said, is there anything above that absolutely won’t work for you…and why? I might be
willing to give some ground, but I would like to see you do the same.
See, lemmie asplain to you how and why the sky is purple.
I read this aloud and Companion and I laughed and laughed. I never get tired of laughing with him. I should give ground and make compromises because…I am not voluntarily moving far away? And she wants to spend the majority of the time with me? lolololol
Plus, I am now hearing the cash register sound. This reminds me of how my ex had the great idea to decorate for xmas when we lived together, until he realized it costs money.
So hat tip to SeaFed for comedy relief this morning.
Man, I sure was unhappy in 2002.lolololol
I would say this is unbelievable…but, sadly, it’s not. Also that link to 2002? WOW
I like the way he casts the proposed arrangements as “fair” and then asks what won’t work for you, thereby making any answer of your’s “unfair.” Clearly in SF’s mind you are the one who is unreasonable. I predict the mediator’s head flying off his/her shoulders within 2 meetings.
“wolfman’s got nards” takes me back to a special place in my childhood. Big ups and many thanks for that.
Writing is the best medicine. Not really but it’s cheap as a Motherfooker.
tami–exactly. I am always the unreasonable one. Fair is synonymous with “what works best for me.” I hope I can find a mediator who can hang tough.
I think I am giving a lot in even entertaining these discussions, considering that he’s not technically leaving the county, meaning we could keep things at 50-50 as they are now.
A mediator is such utter genius that I really have nothing to do but sit in awe. “Give some ground”? Seriously, you’re offering the ground of a mediator, not the ground of his balls, stuffed into his mouth. I think that’s Real Ultimate Fairness.
This lightens my mood a bit over this email exchange:
me: Dear X, Just a reminder that it is a PD day on Friday and you should make arrangements for the kids care as they won’t be in school.
X: I am well aware of the PD day. I will drop of the children at your house before nine and pick them up after five.
Gee golly thanks, jerk. So glad that you’re ‘well aware’ that I will always pick up your slack.
S.