Tuesday
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Angry blogging
Nov 11, 2008
I guess it's kind of like drunk-dialing, only with less hangover and more fury.
I try not to blog about stuff like this very often, but I'm so damn mad. Marissa has been doing really shitty in school. She's the most well-liked kid, I swear, but her grades are crap, and going downhill fast. We've tried every. single. thing. we can think of to motivate her ass, but it's just not working. So the homeschool program I want to use for Phoebe does K-12. And we're enrolling Marissa. She clearly needs to be closely monitored, and I can't just let her piss away her grades -- if it's this bad now, think how much worse it will be in high school?
Anyway, of course we're asking my ex to pitch in for half of the tuition. It's not cheap, and it's for her education, so I feel justified asking him to contribute. After Bryan explained the situation to him on the phone tonight, he offered my ex the opportunity to get back on the phone with Marissa to talk to her about her report card.
You know what he said to her? He YAWNED and said he's TIRED. That's it. Those were his motivating words, his cautionary tale, that's how he expressed his disappointment in her grades, and how he tried to dig a little deeper to find out what's going on in her life.
I didn't expect a grand speech, but shit. I expected more than that. I'm so furious, but I guess that's just how he is. It makes me so angry because we get to be the bad guys, lecturing her, monitoring everything she does, calling her teacher every other day, and he can't even get it together enough to ask her what the hell is up.
Sickening.
I try not to blog about stuff like this very often, but I'm so damn mad. Marissa has been doing really shitty in school. She's the most well-liked kid, I swear, but her grades are crap, and going downhill fast. We've tried every. single. thing. we can think of to motivate her ass, but it's just not working. So the homeschool program I want to use for Phoebe does K-12. And we're enrolling Marissa. She clearly needs to be closely monitored, and I can't just let her piss away her grades -- if it's this bad now, think how much worse it will be in high school?
Anyway, of course we're asking my ex to pitch in for half of the tuition. It's not cheap, and it's for her education, so I feel justified asking him to contribute. After Bryan explained the situation to him on the phone tonight, he offered my ex the opportunity to get back on the phone with Marissa to talk to her about her report card.
You know what he said to her? He YAWNED and said he's TIRED. That's it. Those were his motivating words, his cautionary tale, that's how he expressed his disappointment in her grades, and how he tried to dig a little deeper to find out what's going on in her life.
I didn't expect a grand speech, but shit. I expected more than that. I'm so furious, but I guess that's just how he is. It makes me so angry because we get to be the bad guys, lecturing her, monitoring everything she does, calling her teacher every other day, and he can't even get it together enough to ask her what the hell is up.
Sickening.
Reader Comments (3)
Because that would require him to give a shit about her. Which he doesn't. He managed to put on a good show for a while, until she actually grew up enough to talk and have a personality and then it was all over. That's way too much work for him. It's a good thing cell phone's have memories or he would never talk to her for the effort it would take to dial 10 numbers in a row AND press the send button. I would put money on the fact that he doesn't even have her phone number memorized, and if he ever lost his cell, he would have no way of contacting her to NOT lecture her on the importance of, let's say, an education that will basically determine the rest of her life. Not that he cares about her future because I guarantee the day she turns 18 will be the last day he calls her. Hmmm. Apparently there is such a thing as angry commenting as well...
What a fuck-tard. All I have to say is that, while the Ex may be her father, we can all thank the heavens above that Bryan is her Dad. Because any man can donate some DNA, but a real man wipes noses, sings songs, soothes tears, and loves enough to fight for her future. I'm sure it's VERY aggravating to constantly be the bad guys, but someday she'll look back and realize how much her parents loved her.
Sigh. I'm sorry you have to deal with such a selfish ass. I'm so glad she has B.