stuffin been there. still there. my son’s dad promised to pick him up one morning. That morning, he didn’t show, and son kept on saying ‘I’m worried about dad, I know he wouldn’t forget me’.
BUt he had.
that wasn’t the worst (not that it should make you feel any better that there’s other scum out there), but my son’s father left town one morning on a vacation, driving to FLorida to stay w/relatives.
He left at 8 am. Our son had been admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at the local hospital at 4 am, (had to wait til the surgeon they’d called at 3 am evaluated him to see if he needed emergency surgery). Why yes, he did know about it. Even saw our son at the ER prior to his admission. I figured I’d never have to worry about him having custody.
Thing is, even with such a schlep for a dad, my son still loves him. And I have to balance carefully, so my son can still care about his dad, but not get his expectations up.
so, rant here all you need to. Your son deserves better than he’s gotten w/his mom, but thankfully, he’s got you to help him through it.
My dad forgot my birthday this summer. I wasn’t surprised – he never remembered it when I was growing up, but my parents were together, so my mom would remind him (and bought the presents and card, and made the cake – so it’s not like it mattered).
Unfortunately, my sister reminded him the day before – I had hoped we could just let it pass, because I don’t want to give him birthday gifts anymore either. (He hates everything. When we were really little – like kindergarteners – we would make him things and he’d throw them away that day.) So, on my birthday, he calls in the evening and says “Check the mailbox”. Oh, gods.
So I got a card and a gift certificate to Younkers (a department store I don’t shop at) for “work clothes”. This was a not-so-subtle jab because I had been looking for work for a couple months, and for some reason (oh yeah, he’s a colossal prick) this just ate at his gonads so much that he had to nag me unendingly about it. (He wonders why I won’t see him anymore.) Thanks ever so much, Dad. I hate you too.