Sperm Donor Day

This weekend is my weekend and it happens to fall on the weekend of Father’s Day. Great. I am going to get about a day with my daughter on MY weekend. When we discussed the previous week, he tried to be sly and slip in “Oh, I might as well have her the whole weekend hahaha”. Are you fucking kidding me? Um negative compadre. So we agree that he will get her Saturday afternoon after he is done moving instead of Friday night.

I am rather on the cool side when it comes to his dumb ass when I shouldn’t. Instead of having a set time, I go with the flow. Didn’t realize it would bite me in the ass later on. Saturday afternoon turned into Saturday morning because of a birthday party. I am all for letting her celebrate birthdays but I am pretty sure this party wasn’t announced Saturday at 9 am. For some reason he doesn’t think he has to communicate with me. He is in for a rude awakening.

Sperm Donor- What time is good?

Me- Later today as discussed.

SD- Well it is XXXX’s birthday at noon

Me- Um should have told me sooner but 11:30 will be okay if I can get her back at 5pm or 6pm.

SD- Okay. Can we do 10:30?

Me- Nope, we are still hanging out. But I want her back at either 5pm or 6pm

SD- Okay. 10:30 (notice how he says okay)

ME- Can you not read? I said no to 10:30

SD- What about 11?

ME- Fine. 11 will do.

So after I do him this favor, he decides to tell me that he is not the one that is going to be picking up Jo and that his mother-in-law is. I have nothing against the woman but what the fuck? You do not tell me FIVE minutes before pickup time that someone else is going to be picking up my daughter. But whatever, it is father’s day tomorrow and I don’t want Jo to be jipped out of spending time with her sister because her father is a complete loser.

Of course, when I try to confirm drop off times, he ignores me. Finally calls me hours later and informs me when he is dropping her off. Apparently, he calls the shots. “I am dropping her off Monday morning at school”. Excuse me what? No you will not. You will have her to me as discussed. “We never discussed a drop off time.” Are you fucking kidding me? Saying okay is confirmation you dick wipe. We go back and forth until he says “that is what court papers say”. Oh really, well humpty dumpty, how about you read the court papers because that is not what it says. So you can drop her off with me at 8pm Sunday night. He agrees and hangs up on me. If you are going to threaten me with court papers than at least know what they say. Seriously.