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The Ex drama continues.

After all week of this guy being a complete jerk, I get the confirmation from him that, yes, he is planning to bring back the daughter on Saturday. That text was received at just after 7, this morning. That was a relief. I really thought for sure he would just stonewall me and keep her the entire next week also.

At nearly 6:30 this evening, I get another text asking if I want the daughter back early. I am not making this up. After all week of screwing up my life unexpectedly and demanding his time with his daughter, he’s wanting to know if I want her back. Wow. Some people can’t stick to a plan even when it is the one they bullied others about to make happen.

Of course, I’m immediately suspicious, wondering if this is really my ex after all. I thought maybe it could possibly be my daughter. I had no idea. Who knows? I certainly didn’t want to insist on keeping the Saturday time, in the event that he truly was worn out with her. Also, in the event that she knew or sensed that he was trying to ditch her, I didn’t want her to read that I didn’t want her back. (We had after all planned a fun outing but I’d figured she opted out by pressuring her dad to keep her for the week.)

I responded with a pretty honest but not mean response questioning the legitimacy of the inquiry, saying I was confused about why the switch, but that I’m always glad to have my daughter with me. I mentioned also that I was tired, which is true enough. I mean, I didn’t say this to him, but it’s pretty rotten for a guy to behave this way to an ex one week after she gets out of her second cancer surgery. Oh, but wait. Why does this even surprise me? This was the same guy who, when I was diagnosed with a severe enough case of pneumonia that I should have been hospitalized, opened our home to his friends and family so he could have a party. A big, loud, party. No, this is not a man who cares about anyone but himself.

The bottom line is that she is going to be returning to me tomorrow; even earlier than he originally insisted. I suspect I’m dealing with an ex who wants to let an 11-year-old call the shots. I think I might have an 11-year-old who now believes she can rule the world, because she just pitted Daddy against Mommy to get what she wanted. I don’t know for sure. I guess I’ll know soon enough.

For now, I’m heading to bed. It’s been an exhausting week

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