MadLuv and Ready, I certainly think their priorities really get messed up. It leaves me wondering if he was always this bad or it is a new thing. I feel like I keep having these episodes where I cry and am sad out of the middle of no where. It's like my body is purging bits of grief at random times. I really don't like my ex, I don't want him back, so why am I still grieving? I guess it's the loss of what I thought my life would be like, the loss of time with my kids, the loss of help and a "normal" family life that didn't involve dealing with all these big emotions constantly. I had a random thought that the tears are like purging the poison and toxins from my system. I feel drained each time after but somehow better and lighter.
We were at my kids ball game the other day. Ex and OW were sitting on the opposite bleachers. My son was pitching and ex wasn't even paying any attention because he and OW were all snuggled up looking for concert tickets. (Once again, no money for the kids extracurriculars but he can spend endless amounts on front row tickets). As soon as the inning was over (which was only 4 batters) my son angrily stalked back to the dugout and said, "Mom, Dad couldn't even watch me pitch, he was looking at his stupid phone the whole time and didn't even pay attention." It makes me mad that even when the ex is there, he can't just be there with his kids. Of course he couldn't hear being on the other side of the field, but several other parents did. It makes me upset that he can't even be present.
We had a showcase type event for two of our kids at school where they show projects, writing, and other work they have done over the past year at school. Ex actually came which was good. It struck me as sad though that he was almost like this outsider. The kids and I were talking to parents and the teachers. He didn't know anyone. The pictures and writing my children did were pictures of the family, minus him. My little's favorite things were lions and me. My older's hero was me and in the essay it said I would always be there and help make it possible to do the things she was interested in even when her dad refuses. (He didn't see that as I saw it first and made sure he didn't). It was odd watching him. He seemed on the verge of tears. I feel pity for him, for the choices he has made, for the fact his children see what he's doing.