Boundaries … again!

I will set it out again … for the benefit of the narcissist exes (of which there is only 1) …

“On my time, you may call the children between 4- and 5 pm.  The children are free to call you (so long as not during the midst of a disagreement) before 6:30 pm”.

It’s been in place since October.  It’s worked well to date: I don’t have to deal with seeing his name on my phone.  Kids don’t have to deal with unwanted calls yet know they can call him if they want.

So why the hell would AH call tonight at 17:50?  Ms8 and I drove past him at 16:50 (well, Skank was driving his car … which is odd, as it’s a piece of shit and hers is much better).  He had 50 minutes before seeing us to call.  He had another 10 minutes afterwards.

Yet he didn’t.

He wasn’t driving so, having seen Ms8, he could’ve dialled the instant he saw Ms8 (and he saw her, as he threw his arm out the window and waved and she noticed his car and waved too).

But he didn’t.

He left it…

…For an hour!

I took a leaf out of his book and hung up on him when I answered the first call.  For the second, I asked that he answer whether he’ll buy the wood stain for the lounge so I could get the plasterer/painter in [considering I’ve spent over $200 on sandpaper, a new sander and other bits … and expended over 20 hours of my time getting the house sale-ready, I don’t feel that unreasonable].  He started babbling that it was the weekend …. but that’s his attempt to control what goes on, on my time.  I asked that he respect my boundaries … then hung up on him.

I do feel that, having signed the agreement, his assholeness and bastard behaviour isn’t affecting me as it has in the past.  That phone BS still made me physically shake with frustration, but I can equally see it for what it is … ie, him, trying to control me … yet it’s not eating me internally as it has in the past.

M11 came back from camp today.  He’s had a ball and is exhausted.  He gave me such a beautiful hug.  I’d organised a dinner with neighbours who also had kids on camp so hardly seen him since his return but can’t wait to have a cruisy morning with him tomorrow.

Grateful for:

  1. neighbours and shared dinners;
  2. having M11 back; and
  3. my washing machine not dying.
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Boundaries

Said goodbye to M11 this morning as he’s off on school camp for three nights.  Hope the sun shines for him and he has a blast – he was fit to explode last night and this morning with excitement.  Looking forward to just having the other two as he can really stir things up with Ms8 … and, no!  She’s not innocent.  She might just play the game a bit better!

No contact with AH today.  He threw his toys yesterday so I went grey rock.  M11 wanted his soccer tops that were at AH’s for camp.  I said M11 could call to see if AH would drop them round.  AH asked to speak to the others but as it was well past my 4-5pm call time and minutes off the 6:30 cut-off (as it upsets them) … and that they weren’t around so didn’t even know he was on the phone … M11 let him know I didn’t want him to.

Now Mr Narc believes I have put these boundaries in place to hurt him, and he can’t see any other side, as usual.  I’ve read a few articles regarding the need to call kids every evening (there isn’t one) and contact in high conflict separations.  This article spoke volumes:  http://www.biffresponse.com/blog/boundaries-in-separation-and-divorce/ … and was the impetus between my implementing a set time for him to call when we went on holiday back in early October.  Funnily enough, he chose to copy that and instructed that I, too, was only able to call between 4 and 5; despite not having any research to back it up.  His impetus was, as always, spite.

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It makes his texts utterly ridiculous.  They weren’t hurting.  They have all said they don’t want to speak to us every evening.  He might be hurting but the kids, sure as hell, aren’t!  He also seems to think that I’m not entitled to put boundaries in place in my house.

A typical reaction from a narcissist.  A refusal to acknowledge boundaries.

What a buffoon!

Grateful for:

  1. no contact from AH;
  2. yoga; and
  3. getting some 1-on-1 time with Ms8, singing along to Lorde!

Time flies …

… when you’re doing DIY.   I spent 14 hours this weekend in the lounge: stripping the wallpaper, sanding the window frame and skirting boards; along with getting the GIB off the wall in the kitchen.  I blew up the sander so have had to fork out on another or it would never get done.  It’s looking great and I’m seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.  The guttering has been done (just down-pipes to go; tomorrow).  So, it leaves a massive couple of days in the garden and we’ll be good to go to market.

And to closure.

And to the opportunity to close one door … and slowly, trepidatiously open a new one.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks since I last wrote.  Kids have come back to me today, although was lucky enough to get Ms8 on Saturday to see Lorde.  Oh my!  To have that talent, charisma, energy at 21 …!!  It was probably one of the top 3 gigs I’ve ever been to.  I think I’m even more enamoured as she’s a wonderful role model to young girls (in a world of Ariana’s, Katy’s, Minaj’s … be an Ella, ie keep some of the flesh hidden, ladies!).

The weeks are very long without them.  Despite having a friend stay for 3 days last week, the nights where I had the house to myself were very lonely when it came to bedtime.  I suppose it’s still early days and I’ll get used to it … but, right now, it SUCKS!

AH has been his usual charming self.   I think every phone call has ended up with him hanging up, which should not surprise me after this long.  He’s ramped up his abuse a few times (no, I admit I wasn’t innocent in communications before he sent these two):

Quick overview: on the left, M12 had a sore throat and headache on my Saturday with him; he had a sleepover that night and insisted he was fine for a play he’d arranged for Sunday.  Come Monday (changeover), he said he wasn’t well enough to go to school.  I’d given AH the heads-up on Sunday evening [tried to do it on the phone, but he hung up] yet he still went to work without bothering to check how he was before leaving.  Had warned M12 that it was possible AH would force him to go to school and call if there were issues, just as he had with Ms8 a few weeks back.  He didn’t, surprisingly.  He got back ½-an-hr later than official changeover time so I dropped M12 at his.  He didn’t even bother to stick around to discuss what had happened the previous two days but went to the doctor and found out it was tonsillitis.  I felt like shit as I’d not picked it but M12 really wasn’t in great pain and, despite saying headache on Sat morning, he hadn’t complained.

On the right: I asked AH if I could pick my Nana’s fridge when I got Ms8 for Lorde.  It’s only a little bar fridge that I’d lent him when he moved out.  He decided to try some blackmail: my fridge and duvet covers that Mum made (also lent to him when he moved out), for his late mum’s necklace.  Now this necklace was a gift to me when we hadn’t been going out too long but both felt it was serious.  I still remember him giving it saying it was from his aunt and it might be a bit too chunky as ‘she’s a big woman’.  Now, he insists it was a gift for Ms8 and he wants it back.  There was a time when I’d have ensured it went to her, but after the vile messages that went between us then and for the past few years, I said “I’d do with as it see fit … all over a fridge and duvet covers”.

I’m starting to doubt myself.  I’m questioning whether my recollection of events is right.  He claimed his aunt would verify that the necklace was for Ms8 (how is that possible, when she wasn’t even born until 9 years after I was given it?).  I grab the phone and call her … not caring about what time it was in South Africa …. I wake her and she tells me she’s ill.  I’m angry and I’m sick of the fact that his family stood by and let this shit happen.  They’ve not cared at the abuse he’s thrown at me; not acknowledged how he’s messing with the kids; ignored that I’ve given birth and brought up three fantastic little people; pissed that I’m the only one tidying up this house to improve the sale value for both of us.  She says the necklace is for Ms8 but can’t answer when I point out it was given to me years before she was born.  For such a devout Catholic, she is full of shit.  She’ll need extra time in church on Sunday, that’s for sure!

I hate that I find myself questioning everything.  I think there’s many insecurities there that need to be addressed … I just don’t know where they are or how they came to be so it’s pretty difficult to address them.

And I don’t feel I have the time to give it sufficient attention right now.

So roll on new house and new life … and putting myself first for a change.

Grateful for:

  1. kids being back with me;
  2. nearly being done with the lounge; and
  3. power tools.

Grey rock …

I’d emailed AH last night for confirmation about what was to happen with Ms8 after school today.  I’d made it clear that either he needed to get her, or to make arrangements for someone else to.  He simply shut down communication.

Now I get the grey rock concept.  It sounds great and something I should really take on board.

But he constantly refuses to answer questions.  Is he grey rocking?

Or is it just control and being a prick?

I feel it’s the latter.

He hadn’t responded this morning so I texted him.  Get some waffly email back where it’s clear he’s simply attempting to look good for his lawyer (claims his delusions as ‘facts’) but, because of his work commitments, expects me to stick to the previous agreement for his 1-on-1, ie I get all 3 kids from school and he swans by about 5 pm to collect the 1.

I speak to Ms8’s teacher and the office to let them know the situation.  And email him (copying in my lawyer) to keep him in the loop, as well as set out (AGAIN!) why I won’t be beholden to him anymore.

So let me understand…the Court order has no time and we have not agreed to a time. You have told me what I have to do and that does not work. You are stating that you are going to leave [Ms8] at school for me to collect.  I will not be there so you should take her and not leave her on her own If I receive a call from the school I will take this further. Do not prevent me from collecting her at 5pm, as has always been the case and ensure that you notify me of your whereabouts so that I may collect [Ms8]. 

So full of anger.  And threats.

I’m not sure what he feels he will gain should he “take this further”.  This was brought up two weeks ago and left unresolved.  By him.  He made no effort to discuss or offer a compromise.  It was simply ‘my way, or …’ — well, there was no alternative.  It was just ‘my way’.

After a couple more emails between us, he seems to calm down and sends a more conciliatory message:

Going forward – Ill collect my 1:1 at 4pm on a Thursday…is that ok?  Will you be at home at 4pm?

[yup, fairly typical narc behaviour … but I still hold onto hope that maybe it might just be a baby step in the right direction … and tomorrow might bring another small step … then another … and another].

Anyway, as it’s getting pretty late for him to organise anything, I say I’ll get Ms8 today and change our plans a bit to be at home at 4 pm for him to collect her … BUT I want him to make other plans going forward, ie plays with their friends.

I dont have the free time that you do…I will talk to my boss about getting there for 4pm but for me to match your free time in not always achievable.

Small baby step forward … one snarky comment back …

He seems to have forgotten that we agreed one of us would be there at the end of the school day.  WE agreed that!  It was important for both of us.  He also overlooks that I’ve not said HE must be the one to be there at 3 pm … I’ve even given him options that he could utilise.

Grateful for:

  1. the boys having their first beach of the swim for the season (brrrr!);
  2. [struggling to think of 2 more today as getting more worried about M11’s sadness] …

Heart-breaker

The celebration hasn’t lasted long.  Well, why would it?  It’s not like he’s changed a thing.  He just wants some money paid to him so he can get a new car.  He’s still the same vile prick underneath the “I’ll compromise” exterior.

The reason for my bitterness: tomorrow is his 1-on-1 with Ms8.  She calls him this evening to find out who’s getting her from school [remember, I started this conversation with him nearly two weeks ago.  He stopped communication when I asked what he was putting in place from school pick-up until he finished work].  He tells her, he’ll get her at the usual time.

Hhmmm … no dear!  That was not one of the options available to you.  

The weather’s been good so, after getting M12 to try on some 2nd-hand college uniform tomorrow, I plan to take the boys down to the beach/river for some boogie boarding with a picnic dinner outdoors to (a) make the most of the sun; and (b) get them away from screens.  I should not be forced to change my plans to accommodate him and his inability to get back from work or organise something else.

Ms8 is in tears.  She’s concerned she’s going to be left alone at school (I say I won’t let that happen and will come get her, if he doesn’t).  I tell her that she’ll have to come with us though and that means, if I don’t have my phone on me [which I wouldn’t if at the beach, etc], AH won’t know where we are.  Tears flow again as she worries she won’t get her 1-on-1 with AH.  He’s a joke!

Not getting much done on the house as had friends over for dinner.  Also meant to be getting chattels together for AH to collect but my lawyer hasn’t sent through agreement yet and buggered if he’s getting anything from me until that is signed.

M12 was not in a good place after school:  emotions going completely haywire.  This puberty malarkey is not going to be an easy ride, is it?!  M11 is also struggling with anger so would love for them to both go back to counselling.  M12 was not enthusiastic when I mentioned it … “it’s boring”, I’m told.  Poor tykes!  I feel I’m letting them down, and that stinks!  I wish the sperm donor could see that we need to get on the same page FOR OUR CHILDREN!

Grateful for:

  1. throwing together a vegetarian dinner;
  2. getting another box of kitchen stuff packed and into the garage; and
  3. flucloxacillin.