So having dinner with H tonight I got to get the update on the divorce situation. I was good friends with both her and C, and worked for C at several locations over the years. But since the separation a few years ago I just haven’t had the desire to remain in close contact with him. I love him like a brother, always have. But every single time I have seen him since the split he has insulted me, offended me, made me cry, insulted my friends, my family, and my character. I just cannot take it any more, so I don’t go to any efforts to speak to him any longer. I have heard from him exactly once in the last two (three?) years, when he called my office at 530pm on a Saturday in a drunken stupor and left a long garbling message. I know he has complained to his sister that I have been letting him down as a friend, but after the last encounter I just couldn’t bring myself to go through that any more.
And this is the clincher. H and mother of child #3, J, are trying to prove that he is an unfit parent. Two weeks ago they went to pick up the kids and were convinced that C had been drinking. C, determined to prove that he was sober, called the cops himself to prove that he was sober. J and H just found out the results this week.
He blew a 0.16 on the breathalyser–twice. That’s 2x the legal limit. And he flunked the eye exam.
So today, H had to tell the kids that they wouldn’t be seeing their father for awhile because he was sick. And the youngest, S, asked if that was why daddy was shouting and so mad all the time. It just breaks my heart. And H, bless her heart, has really held it together well for the kids. I’m not so sure I’d be that good in her shoes.
Divorce just sucks for kids that age.