SD9 was supposed to be at the SO and MY house from July 1-July 31st. Which (don't know if anyone read my thread in the forum a while back) made my skin crawl. I've been gone every weekend since July 3. Coming home after 9pm each night, just to avoid her. The very few times I did come home before 9, there she was, eavesdropping, sneaking off and calling her Mom to report every little thing SO and I do (I drink wine on my porch and smoke my e-cig, sue me), etc. It was causing major conflict in MY house and I blew up at the SO quite a few times about it. He realizes it's too much for me to handle, and I'm not, nor will ever be close to his kid. We've moved past that and they go back to court next month anyway, so that 4 week in a row shit won't be happening next summer. So, anywayyyyy, I went on a much needed trip to visit friends in another state this past weekend. When I called the SO on Sunday to report how much fun I was having, etc. he asked if I needed a ride from the airport Monday night (11:30pm arrival). I told him I thought we already discussed this and because special flower was there, that I would have to cab it. Welp, nope! He could pick me up. This left me scratching my head, but I just said 'cool' and didn't question it.

Apparently, he had taken her to BM's parents last Friday night to stay until Sunday, because he had to work Friday and Saturday night, unexpectedly, and he really needs the money. Keep in mind, these gparents had texted him at the first of July and offered to keep her anytime he needed to work while she was with him over the 4 weeks. He was supposed to pick her up Sunday at 4pm.

Finally, last night, I asked him when he was picking her up again and he said that BM flipped that he took Skid to the Gparents last weekend and has demanded a emergency custody hearing when she returns to the states (this is why this is 4 week visitation, so the fat cow can vacation 4 weeks every summer in the country of her choosing). She threatened to have him arrested if he stepped foot at the gparents house to pick up the skid, all kinds of stuff. Her parents are enabling red necks and scared of twat BM, so they just comply with anything she says. He's telling me the story and that he can't pick her up, they've blocked his phone number, blah blah blah. Meanwhile, I'm secretly DYING on the inside, wanting to dance in the living room with joy, but just said "Oh, well, that's dumb, I'm sorry you got screwed over like that, but look who you're dealing with". I then went to the bathroom and did one of those "YESSSSS!!!" air punches. NO MORE SKID UNTIL END OF AUGUST!!! Then it will be just EOW. Can I get a hallelujah?

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