I have spoken to both the kids about them not going to their dad's house this weekend. They were mildly disappointed but took the news pretty well. My plan is this; When he calls on Friday, I will let him know that he can come up to my house for a day, take the kids out and return them to sleep in their own beds. I will not be driving them to Hamilton.
I fully expect him to cry and yell and swear at me. How is he going to get to my house since I had his license taken away? I understand his predicament. He has dug himself into a hole and it's going to take a miracle to get out of it. The man (and I use that term loosely) quit his job. He has no home, no license to drive and his only worldly possessions are the clothes on his back and his precious guitar. If he was to get a job, it'd have to be one that he could walk to. He is in debt to me for 14 thousand dollars, so any money that he would make at a job would go directly to pay his debt. He still has no safe place to live and until he gets that, I will not allow the children to have overnight visits with him. He has a lot of people who love him but he will not accept their offers of help.
I hate being the bad guy. I only want what's best for the he-ex. Even after all that's happened, I still love him and always will. He needs to find some peace and happiness so that he can pass it along to his children. But until that happens, I have to keep my kids safe and secure. And if that means keeping them from their father - then I guess, that's what I'll have to do. I only pray that I'll have the wisdom to do what's right and the strength to do what needs to be done.
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