Parenting during divorce sucks. The day-to-day isn’t shared with me. That’s tough, but it is what it is.
When a father finds out a major decision was made that he was unaware of, well, what recourse is there? None.
It began with an e-mail asking if I would take just my daughter this weekend as there has been stress at the house and it was thought that a break from Beetle would be good. That’s not a problem. I can understand that. I agreed.
Then came the text from Beetle asking if she could spend the night here tonight. I asked her what the issue was.
She called and began whining about her her mother doesn’t love her, embarrasses her, etc Then I heard about rules that were applied that my daughter did not care for. All typical teenager complaints. I played it cool.
Then came the kicker. My dear daughter spent the evening at her boyfriend’s house. I believe it was last evening, perhaps the evening before. Then I learned that her mother drove her for the sleepover.
I counseled Beetle that she was losing my support with this. She hung up the phone on me.
I can absolutely guarantee that if I still lived in the house that there would have been no sleepover. I guarantee that Gert’s father would not have approved a sleepover when Gert was in high school. I don’t know the new fiance, but I suspect he would not approve one of his daughters sleeping over a boyfriend’s house while they were in high school.
But there it is. I had no say. My ex-FIL had no say. Presumably, the new fiance had no say. The one who determined that is my ex-wife.
And she wonders why her daughter rebels when limits are set on another day. Sheesh . . .