Nobody’s Child #38
When my divorce was finalised in 2003 it included a Parenting Plan, thrashed out by both parents, of what days and times our son, then aged 7, would spend with each parent.
From before it was even signed I received repeated requests to not follow it, to which I was happy to acquiesce to so long as whatever time my son and I did get to spend together was significant and meaningful.
Things were never very certain though:
Things are what they are. Before the festival my time with Mr Moo had been getting curtailed more and more. I’ve been told to no longer pick him up from school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and my hours on the weekend were cut down from the 8 I’d worked up to, back to 2 and a half.
I’ve been told my son dreads being with me - even though I spend time with a happy playing smiling boy.
Rght when I’d get to the door to collect him I would then be asked to bring him back hours earlier than agreed. So yesterday I said to agree a schedule and stick to it, or otherwise I would follow the
Parenting Plan we agreed in the divorce agreement where I have him for every 2nd weekend.But that didn’t go down well so here I am again on a Friday not knowing if I’ll see my son this weekend at all.
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Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Someone once told me, “The Reasonable Side always gives in to the Unreasonable Side.” Now that you’ve heard that you will see it time and time again.