Divorce Pranks - First Wives Club; Don't Get Mad, Get Even!

 

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Men are not the only

deadbeats.
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"She" can be one too! When you look at the deadbeat sites, ask yourself if you're behaving like a deadbeat, and remember that men are victims of  "her" deadbeat  mentality also. Whether you are a custodial parent, a non-custodial parent, a first wife, a second wife, a girlfriend, a boyfriend, ask yourself if you're behaving in the best interest of the child.

 

  

 

 

9/24/99

I got up this morning. Ss tells me he had so many dreams last night. He tells me one dream was walking towards a very tall man, over dead bodies reaching up towards ss, then the man says, "Look at me." He has an ax and swings it at ss. Ss wakes up.

Ss and I have talked like this before. He asks me, "What do you think the dream means?" I said, "Well, in Jungian psychology they say you are every person in the dream." He says, "So I'm also the tall man?" I said yes. He repeats, "What do you think it means?" I said, "You have the answer. People have a hard time trusting their own answers." He sits there pondering. I said, "What do you imagine it's about?"

Ss said, "I think it's about my mom's family trying to get me back."

He and I look at each other, reach our hands up, and high five.

 

9/27/99

I ask Ss to take the trash out. It's over filled. He holds it with his fingertips away from his body. It falls and breaks before making it to the trash bin.

He's ranting and raving, we shouldn't be making him do the trash. He's not picking up broken glass!

Dh and I insist ss follow thru on cleaning up his own mess. He's ranting that we are so unreasonable. Taking the trash out is humiliating. He considers it second class work. He doesn't believe other people are taking trash out. He doesn't notice the girls did chores.

I'm yelling. I'm telling him we can have him take the trash out every single time and give him the opportunity to get over a problem with taking the trash out.

Dh takes over.

He jokes, nudges, chums, with Aaron for 1/2 an hr, unwinding all of Ss's arguments. I don't have the patience for that. It's driving me crazy, but I keep my mouth shut. Ss says the chore takes too much time out of his time for his homework. Talking with his dad takes away from time for his homework. He keeps trying to escape. I've nonchalantly blocked his way out of the office with my chair. Dh eventually gets ss to recognize how ridiculous his argument is that taking the trash out takes too much time.

Dh said, "Did all the arguing get you out of doing the chore ss?"

Then out of the blue, ss gets real. ss say it always worked for him to argue his way out of chores or stuff with his mom.

I laugh. Out of affection for ss. For his smarts, and his honesty.

He's 'come out of it', finishes the trash, finishes his homework, and runs downstairs, "What were my grandparents thinking raising me like that? Like someone who can't do anything? What did they think? That I'd someday marry someone who'd do everything for me?"

I said, "Yes, and that you and your wife would live with them."

He laughed and laughed, "It's a family tradition."

Bm has lived with her parents since '86.

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dh - darling husband 
bm - biomom 
ss - stepson 
sd - stepdaughter 
dd - darling daughter 
ds - darling son 
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