Bad Wednesday

Yesterday's visitation should have gone well.  Should have.


I dropped off Will at Scott's mother's place before 5.  I was going to go to AA at that time and I'd kill an hour some place before coming back for him at 7.  I did drop him off and headed to the meeting.  At 6pm sharp I get a text from Gerry telling me to stay put he's on his way to me.  (I'm tracked by my phone).  I called him to ask what was up. He said he was meeting me so that we could have dinner before I picked up Will.  Immediately I got pissed because this wasn't about us having dinner, this was about him not trusting me.  He must have thought I'd be spending that last hour with my son and my ex.  I let it go, it wasn't worth the fight.


This chica wanted breakfast for dinner so we went to a pancake house.  As we're eating I thought I'd let him know about his family's upcoming visit.  I tell him I have a secret to tell him.  It could have all gone so nice, but no.  He stops me from continuing with the secret--he points at me with his fork and tells me if I'm about to confess having slept with my ex that I need to start dialing 9-1-1.  My anger quickly rises.  I asked why the fuck he'd even go there and his reply didn't defuse the situation, he said because that's what I do. 


I get up to leave before walking away I get my fork and make a slashing motion towards him, with no intention of touching him with it. This brings over the manager, or somebody asking if all is well.  Gerry stands long enough to pull out his ID and apologizes for his "wife's" behavior. 


I had to walk because my vehicle was left at the AA meeting place lot.  It's only a couple of blocks.  I call Scott to let him know that I'm on the way to his mom's place and he says he'll head that way too.  I got to his mother's place, a few minutes later Scott pulls into the driveway and than Gerry pulls in behind me.  This sets Scott off, so he starts yelling at me and there I go apologizing once again.  Gerry gets off his vehicle, doesn't step foot on the property though.  Scott yells to his mother to call 9-1-1.  I go running to her telling her that won't be necessary, we're leaving, I apologize to her as well.  Mean while Scott and Gerry are cursing at each other.  I go get my son out of Scott's vehicle and place him in mine and head out all the while pleading with Scott's mother not to call anybody.


We arrived at our place at the same time.  I didn't even bother talking to him other than to say that I'm not going to be responsible if Scott reports this too to his bosses. 


I'm tired.

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Comments (3)

  1. ru5ty

    Sorry, bechtol. Please take care.

    December 22, 2014
    1. bechtol

      Thank you.

      December 22, 2014
      1. ru5ty

        You’re so very welcome. (smiles)

        December 22, 2014