What should I do?
Jul 9, 2015 9:17:02 GMT -5
Post by bullybutt on Jul 9, 2015 9:17:02 GMT -5
TLDR
Last night was my worst night of parenting hands down. My eyes are swollen today from crying so much. Fucking Finkle.
I get a text around 3 from Finkle saying that he kept DS with him today. Okaaaay. I'll pick him up after I pick up DD from daycare. I get there and DS is playing with the neighbor kid and is telling me he doesn't want to go with me (typical of every. single. pickup.) Well, it ends up turning in a HUGE meltdown. He is running from me, hitting at me (while Finkle is saying "see, that's why he hits you because you allow it". Um....no I don't) I'm trying to remain calm and reasonable and not cause an even bigger scene. Finkle has taken DD out of her carseat now (after I asked him not to) and both kids are out of the car. Chaos is still happening and I'm just like "how the fuck am I going to get out of this fuckery?" I ask Finkle nicely to put DD in the car so that I can get DS in the car. "no". So I take DD from him and put her back in her seat. I ask him to help put DS in his seat. "no". All the while, Finkle is sitting there telling DS that "he wants him to stay with him too and he wants to hold him too and he doesn't want him to go with me either....." YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I have to end up forcing DS into his carseat while he is bloody murder screaming and kicking at me and knocked my glasses off my face. It took everything I had no to lose my shit. I'm sitting there crying, DS is crying. I asked Finkle AGAIN to help me get him in his seat and he just says "nope". He stood there and instigated this whole fuck show and just relished in DSs angst and meltdown. I had both kids in the car and he left the door open, so I was just like I have got to the get fuck out of here. I started to back up and I hear him beating on the back of my car yelling at me that "I BUMPED HIM". I didn't know that he was even behind me. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He is cussing at me and telling me that he is filing a complaint and that I'm fucked and going to lose my kids, etc. I get the hell out of there and DS and I cry the whole way home. He was screaming at me begging me to take him back to his dads.
I had to call my mom and cry to her over what to do. DS eventually calmed down and we walked to the park and played on the toys. It was a normal night. He told me while we were fixing dinner that "he was sorry he hurt me". I lost it again. (Oh shit, crying again at work).
This morning he got in trouble for making DD upset. He screamed at me and spat at me. WTF!!!!!!!
ALso, Sunday when I picked him up from Finkles, he talked about how they had a gun and he was going to shoot me. O.O
I called and filed a report with DHS today.
Am I losing my mind? Do I need to be on some sort of medication? I know that I have myself spread pretty thin with everything but fuck. There was no way that I was going to cave in and let Finkle have him after the shitshow. How could I have handled it differently?
Last night was my worst night of parenting hands down. My eyes are swollen today from crying so much. Fucking Finkle.
I get a text around 3 from Finkle saying that he kept DS with him today. Okaaaay. I'll pick him up after I pick up DD from daycare. I get there and DS is playing with the neighbor kid and is telling me he doesn't want to go with me (typical of every. single. pickup.) Well, it ends up turning in a HUGE meltdown. He is running from me, hitting at me (while Finkle is saying "see, that's why he hits you because you allow it". Um....no I don't) I'm trying to remain calm and reasonable and not cause an even bigger scene. Finkle has taken DD out of her carseat now (after I asked him not to) and both kids are out of the car. Chaos is still happening and I'm just like "how the fuck am I going to get out of this fuckery?" I ask Finkle nicely to put DD in the car so that I can get DS in the car. "no". So I take DD from him and put her back in her seat. I ask him to help put DS in his seat. "no". All the while, Finkle is sitting there telling DS that "he wants him to stay with him too and he wants to hold him too and he doesn't want him to go with me either....." YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I have to end up forcing DS into his carseat while he is bloody murder screaming and kicking at me and knocked my glasses off my face. It took everything I had no to lose my shit. I'm sitting there crying, DS is crying. I asked Finkle AGAIN to help me get him in his seat and he just says "nope". He stood there and instigated this whole fuck show and just relished in DSs angst and meltdown. I had both kids in the car and he left the door open, so I was just like I have got to the get fuck out of here. I started to back up and I hear him beating on the back of my car yelling at me that "I BUMPED HIM". I didn't know that he was even behind me. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He is cussing at me and telling me that he is filing a complaint and that I'm fucked and going to lose my kids, etc. I get the hell out of there and DS and I cry the whole way home. He was screaming at me begging me to take him back to his dads.
I had to call my mom and cry to her over what to do. DS eventually calmed down and we walked to the park and played on the toys. It was a normal night. He told me while we were fixing dinner that "he was sorry he hurt me". I lost it again. (Oh shit, crying again at work).
This morning he got in trouble for making DD upset. He screamed at me and spat at me. WTF!!!!!!!
ALso, Sunday when I picked him up from Finkles, he talked about how they had a gun and he was going to shoot me. O.O
I called and filed a report with DHS today.
Am I losing my mind? Do I need to be on some sort of medication? I know that I have myself spread pretty thin with everything but fuck. There was no way that I was going to cave in and let Finkle have him after the shitshow. How could I have handled it differently?