The same day, same time and in the same building my daughter had three pieces in the school district's art show. At first my ex suggested I go to one and he go to the other, I guess not realizing they were just a few dozen feet apart from each other. Though he insisted that he go to our son's concert no matter what. That upset me a little because he seemed to brush aside our daughter accomplishments by saying that. Eventually I got him to understand that we could do both, even if not on the same night the art show was a two day event.
P did great in the concert, the precision ensemble that his is part of got to play the piece they won first place with at a recent competition. It was long, almost two hours and the order of the concert was not as written so I admit I was a bit exasperated when it was over. It was a long day for me and I had been up and busy since 6 am. It was not almost 8 pm and I wanted to see B's pics in the art show which was supposed to be over at 8 pm.
We had to pick up P first and the ex seemed to not be able to figure out how to leave the auditorium. I saw some parents I hadn't seen in a while and mingled a little as we waited for P. Then when my guard was down my ex decided to nag me about a bill I was supposed t pay the weekend I was mugged.
Now this is a school district I work in. Many of the students in the hallway are students I have taught. Many of the parents in the hallway are parents of students I am teaching. They see me and point me out to their parents. That is my substitute teacher they say and they are happy to see me. When I am at my children's school I consider myself to be on the job. It is not the time or place to talk to me about a bill that I told him two weeks ago I wouldn't be able to pay because I was mugged. I needed another paycheck. He said he understood.
It is not the time or place to say loudly that I am inconsiderate because I work enough that I should be able to pay a bill. It is not a time or place to have an argument with me about paying bills. I asked him to stop and saw happily that the door to the art show was still open and I could go in. I had hoped he would drop it because we were going to be looking at our daughter's art work. I should have known better.
So I go in, our daughter is giddy with excitement. She shows us her clay monster and he is still going on about the phone bill and how he is going to shut the phone off and switch companies because I won't pay the $40.00. I know that I would get paid in just two days and I can pay it then, but he has no interest in what I can do. Only in what I didn't do. I try to focus on B's second art piece, beautiful pumpkins. She is telling me all about it and I have to try to tune out my exes nagging so I can hear her.
Finally I see her last piece, "Kitty World" and she is so proud. I want to be able to focus entirely on her, but my son is complain that he wants to go home, my ex is calling me horrible things in front of my students. I hug her and tell her how proud I am, I hug P and tell him his concert was wonderful and say I have to go. I remind P I am picking him up on Saturday for a sleep over at my place and he adds the final nail to a horrible fifteen minutes and tells me he doesn't want to sleep at my house. I know it is Aspergers and the fact that he is 12 but I can't take any more and I rush out of there fighting back the tears.
When I get to my car I can't stop the tears anymore and I cry almost all the way home. I get there and collapse on the couch and manage to talk to the people I live with. They listen to me and offer me some comfort. I need to just curl up in a ball and sleep so I get my mail and go to bed. One envelope is which is thicker than the others. It is from my exes lawyer. I don't want to open it, assuming it is just another delay to our divorce. But I do...
I am DIVORCED! After a horrible time with my ex, where once again he reminded me why I left him I find out that I am no longer his wife! I am single! I am free! Pure joy! Happiness!