The hardest part however is not seeing so much I organized change it is two minutes of my day. After work I go back to the house we shared and spend the afternoon and evening with my children. The kids have their own bedrooms and just one house. They are not shuffled back and forth which I think is better for them. My ex also has the house as his mother owns it. I am the one who shuffles from one location to another. I take the burden of moving from home to home. My ex returns home from work around 12:30 am and pulls into the driveway behind my car.
Here is the beginning of my dreaded two minutes. He could wait in the street and beep, he could text
He comes into the house and typically one of these things will happen.
- He will complain to me about how the house looks
- He will be upset with me because of a request I made that in his mind is unreasonable.
- Rarely we will have a real discussion about something involving the children.
- He will talk to me about something he loves that I no longer pretend to care about.