I’m venting. Sorry, but here’s part of the whole sob story from my son about his dad (the ex) from his dad’s visit a few weekends ago. Yup, it finally came out.
“Mom, I think he’s changed.”
“Really? What makes you think that?” I turned to look at my kid and groaned inwardly. His eyes were so full of hope.
“He was crying when we left the house.”
“Crying?” I asked bewildered. “Teary or crying?”
“Mom I don’t know, but he was really sad. He’s alone. He misses us. And he’s lonely.” The kid was really touched that his dad was showing such emotion.
I simply nodded. There’s a part of me that has zero sympathy for that man. And another part who remembers when things were good between us. “Uh huh.” I answered non-plussed.
“And he’s poor. He’s got no money. They’re selling his rental so he has to move out.”
“Well, then tell him to get a real estate agent and find a new place.”
“Mom he’s really poor. He told me. He might have to put all of his stuff into a storage unit and live out of a hotel.”
“Well, let me remind you that living in a hotel and paying for a storage unit costs money too, kiddo.”
“Mom, he’s in a bad place. Maybe you should call him. He needs a friend.”
I politely declined my kid’s suggestion.
“But you always taught us to take the high road and to help others,” he insisted.
“I stand by that still. But no, I am not calling him,” and I immediately changed the subject.
Because he told the kids he’s going away on vacation this weekend. I’m sure he’s thinking that he’s got the kid wrapped around his little finger. And he does. May the truth will come out….eventually. At least, I’ve got hope.
You can’t be “poor” and go on vacation. Living in a hotel and putting your stuff in storage costs money. And he’s still in arrears on child support and alimony. He talks out of both sides of his mouth, so the kids will have to realize it on their own. They just need to listen objectively instead of falling into the sympathy trap for “Poor Daddy.”
I learned that lesson long ago.