I had started to apologize in advance to all parents who take care of their children. But I erased it because why should I cast a doubt over what you'd do in this situation as a responsible parent, hell - as a person who cares about others. The fall has come, and the air is alive with a biting chill. Every morning my child arrives at the bus stop from her mothers without an appropriate jacket, hair dripping wet, and without breakfast.
The situation I'm in is a bit tricky, as most sharing custody agreements are, and I'm not in a position to take manners to a court. Mostly due to the outrageous cost of a lawyer and the length of time that it would take to do something about this. I have no illusion that my ex-wife attempts to do this with malicious intent. She does love our daughter but I fear she has more focus on what is best for herself, than the well being of the child.
I don't want to take my Bean away from her mother, no more than any decent person would want to deprive another of someone they loved dearly. This is exactly why I've launched this blog, to document and reflect on the life of my daughter.
This morning was no different. She arrived, barely beating the bus - hair dripping wet, clothes horribly mismatched, and no coat. She'd been to northern Virginia during the weekend to hang out with some of her friends. On Saturday, a day I was supposed to have her, she called and said, "I'm gonna go ahead and keep her for the weekend." After having previously told me I was going to have her the entire weekend. Not such a big deal, so I asked why. Well, one of her boyfriend's friends had children and she didn't want to be bothered by them - so she wanted to bring Alaura along so they could all entertain themselves. Horrid reason on its own. She got back very late Sunday night, probably too late for a five year old to get the proper sleep. Most likely too late for even her to get enough sleep - thus being late this morning.
Nothing special, no colorful metaphors or amusing stories to tell today, but I wanted to put it down. My short term memory is pretty poor and I have a tendency to smoothe things over for the sake of the Bean, and I think that's important. But when the time comes to remember why my anger rises and to share with others so they can see the blatant disregard this woman shows for her child - I want this to be a living testimony of neglect.
Thanks for reading.