Things just got a little better....

I mentioned my exwife wasn't going to help me out as far as transportation for my son goes.  As mentioned before, I have to travel 7 hours to pick him up because she moved downstate with him.  I've been making that trip 3 times a month for the last 12 years.  I drive down to get him, she comes and picks him up.  Well, with this back problem its been hard for me to drive the 10 minutes or so to work every morning, there's no way I can make it to get him...especially now with the meds I'm on.

So I asked her last weekend if she could drive him up here because my back was messed up.  I offered her in exchange either to pay $40 for her gas or to make up the drive (me do both ends on a future weekend) once my back clears up.  In the past she has called me literally hours or less before she was supposed to be here to pick him up, crying about not feeling good, migraines, whatever, and asking me to drive or at least meet her halfway or more.  I've pretty much always done it...I mean, what choice do I have?  It was usually doing the school year and he had to be at school the next day....can't screw with his school attendance.

So I ask her if she can help me out, and of course....no.  She has a bunch of excuses why.  There have been times in the past I've asked her for similar help, and occasionally she has done it but other times she makes an excuse.  Most of those times my son would tell me later that she was lying...he'd even called her on it a few times, and she told him she just didn't feel like driving so she made it up.  Nice.

So like I said, last week she said no so we arranged a switch of weekends from last weekend to this weekend now, which was her weekend,  Now obviously with the way things have developed between last weekend and now I've gone from "my back is hurting and I can't drive 7 hours" to "I have a herniated disc and I can't drive 7 hours".  After my visit to the ER Wednesday I emailed her and told her I had just been to the ER, had to go by ambulance, my back is REALLY messed up...PLEASE can you help me out here.  Its already been a couple weeks since I've seen my son, please help me out.  And her answer?  No.

So I unloaded on her in an email.  Nothing profane of course, but I just laid it out...reminded her of all the last minute phone calls I'd gotten from her over the years, and how she really needs to understand that if she's going to stiff me here then she can forget about any future help.  In short, don't bother picking up a phone next time you need help.

So after I got back from the doctor yesterday and found out my L5 was herniated (ever notice I start paragraphs with "So" a lot?  I gotta work on that) I emailed her just fyi, that disc problem I developed back when we were married has escalated to a herniated disc, so I don't know how long its going to be before I can make that drive again.  To my surprise, out of the blue late last night I got an email from her that she would bring him up and wanted the money for gas (I offered her the choice remember). 

Well, at least thats good.  Its great, actually.  So this weekend won't be so depressing, it should be quite wonderful since I'll have my visitation with my son.  So things are getting better, and thats a positive.