Working My Nerves

Just the other day I got a message from the stepson wanting to know if I had the key code for Skyrim. Seriously?

I am not sure which issue to take umbrage with more: that after months of not saying one word to me despite my dedication to raising him from age 10 to 18, the only thing my stepson has to say to me is to pass on the blame for their collective inability to keep track of shit OR that mr horrible is still blaming me of SUPPOSEDLY stealing his crap every time he can’t find it.

Malicious slander

First of all, mr horrible bought that game.

Secondly, his father was the last to play it.

Lastly any of the shit his father purchased strictly for himself, I didn’t touch with a 10ft pole when I left.

Therefore, if the stepson is asking me for it, that means that he asked mr horrible for it and that jackass blamed me when he couldn’t find it. This is what he does. That is his modus operandi, to blame everyone else for his failures. I come across articles that describe the post-divorce manipulation

More is not always merrier

I also don’t like that when it’s time for mr horrible to Skype with the children during his “communication time” he brings the stepson along for the call. Especially since he returned from his summertime visit to his mother’s house.

It bugs me because I see a distinct difference in how mr horrible interacts with the children when he is alone versus when he is on the line with the stepson present.

When he is alone, he focuses on them. He asks them thoughtful questions about their lives, has actual conversations.

With the stepson there mr horrible is all performance. Cracking dirty jokes, acting a fool like he always does, and trying more to be their friend instead of their other parent. What I witness with increasing regularity is that mr horrible is trying too hard to appear cool in front of the stepson.

mr horrible actually spent 5 minutes of Skype time the other day making fun of my youngest son’s hair, and encouraging the stepson to participate. Of course, then my eldest son feels pressure to participate so he joins in. To feel included he has to join in the demeaning activity. Otherwise, when he is in the role of the middle child he gets completely ignored by mr horrible. So after the ridiculing Skype call, my youngest son was sullen and sensitive the rest of the evening. 

I hated it.

It seems I have to repeatedly remind mr horrible that his calls are for him to spend with his sons. Not for A, who still hasn’t managed to leave for the military.  Had he allowed me to help him, A would have gone off to boot camp already and been living his own life.  Instead he is stuck in mr horrible’s apartment playing video games all day with no apparent date of departure.

Only an ass when he is on display

I am seriously annoyed with how I can’t seem to shake free from mr horrible’s toxic influence. Skype is simultaneously a futuristic marvel and a tool of the devil.  mr horrible doesn’t try nearly as hard to be as evil when he is confined to the phone. Something about being on display turns him into a sadistic assclown. It is disappointing how the stepson follows suit, cut from the same tainted cloth.

I can say, without hyperbole, that I LOATHE mr horrible and everything he stands for. I thought once he was out of my life I wouldn’t have to put up with his bullshit! When will the nightmare end? I would love to live a drama free life.