When the tables are turn

I will never understand the thought process of Jack. Just when I think I have figured it out, I start all over again. Last Easter is a prime example of what a complete loser he is.

Even year holidays are my days and Odd year holidays are his. Last Easter happened to fall on his weekend so I was able to get her on Saturday night or Sunday morning. I opted for Sunday morning because we were celebrating my friend’s birthday on Saturday.

Jack was cool with it and we planned to meet at the gym at 10 am on Easter. I ended up losing my phone Saturday and had no way of knowing if Jack called or getting a hold of him. I go to them gym like planned at wait around. I wait until about 10:30 and I see no Jack. I went into the gym to use the phone. I called him several times but he never answered.

At this time I was pissed. I went to his house to find that no one was there. I didn’t have my phone so I had to go to a store to use a phone. I called my mom to tell her that I have no idea where Jack was with my daughter. Just so happens that Jack ended up calling my mom when he realized that I called him from the gym.   He ended up having to go into work and he dropped my daughter off at Witless’s mom’s house. WTF?!?!? If you don’t get a hold of me to tell me that you are changing plans then the plans don’t change. Are you fucking kidding me. They stay the same. If you can’t get a hold of me, don’t assume that I know that the plans have changed. You find someone to meet me at the gym as planned.

If I would have pulled this stunt with him, he would have called the cops on me and made a big production about it. My mom told me that Whitney had to work as well and was unable to drop her off at the gym.

Now, I am beyond pissed. You don’t change the plans. Just because you left a voicemail doesn’t mean shit.

I drive to Witless’s mom’s house and who answers the door? Oh yes, Witless. My anger suddenly turned into rage.

Me- Um, if you are just chilling here, why couldn’t you drop her off at the gym.

Witless- We left you voicemails.

Me- Oh so because you left me voicemails that makes everything okay?

Witless- What were we supposed to do?

Me- Drop her off at the gym as planned. Not make me run all over the god damn town on fucking Easter trying to find my daughter.

Witless- I just did what Jack said to do.

Me- Yeah, how would you feel if it was your daughter. You’re a fucking idiot.

Witless just looked at me. It was silent as I waited for my daughter to come to the door. When she came out, Witless tried to tell me how she has had a bath and everything. I just shot he a dirty look and mouthed the words “go fuck yourself”.

Later that day, I found my phone. My friend had it. When I got my phone, it was still on. When I checked call records, Jack and Witless called one time each. Jack called at 8:30am and Witless called at 11:00am. 11am?!?! Yeah, we were supposed to meet at 10am. As for Jack, he told my mom that he tried calling several times. Yeah, several times my ass. Called once and never even texted.

When I noticed this small but significant detail, I sent Jack a message. It was to inform him how irresponsible it was to switch plans and not try to get a hold of me more than one time.

His response was priceless. “Maybe you shouldn’t have gone out for your friend’s birthday. You should have had your priorities straight.”  HAAAA I should have my priorities straight? Good one. I had my friends party planned for a while. Whether I went out or not has nothing to do with his lack of judgment over the situation. 

I debated if I wanted to continue the conversation. No matter what I say to him, he will either turn it around or have some lame excuse. Instead of going off on him I simply stated that if I don’t answer or respond, don’t assume that I got the message. If I don’t answer or respond, then he is to make accommodations with someone to still have my daughter dropped off at the gym.

When he informed me that wasn’t his job, I ended the conversation. Not his job? Really? Making sure our daughter gets dropped back off at me isn’t his job? I guess I missed something.

The real kicker was what happened the following week. Apparently Jack lost his phone and didn’t think it was necessary to inform me of this. It just so happens that I had a flat tire and didn’t have the means to meet at the gym. I also didn’t have the means to communicate the situation with Jack because he never answered his calls. We were supposed to meet at the gym at three. Around 3:30 he calls me on Witless’s phone.

Jack- Where are you?

Me- My house

Jack- WTF?!?!

Me- I have a flat. I tried calling you several times and texted you. I didn’t get a response.

Jack- Well I lost my phone

Me- I am not a mind reader

Jack- Well you should  have called Witless’s phone

Me- Oooooh yeah…. That isn’t my job.

Jack- WTF do you mean it isn’t your job. I have been waiting her for thirty minutes and I had no clue where our daughter is.

Me- I tried calling you. It isn’t my fault that you lost your phone.

Jack- Unless you are here in 15 min, I am calling the cops.

Me- Well, I guess you will be calling the cops because I HAVE A FLAT.

Jack- I bet you’re lying.

Me- Yeah, you caught me. I much rather be home then go to the gym to work out.

Jack- You have 15 minutes.

Me- Or you can come get her.

He hung up on me. 15 min huh? Amazing how he reacts when the tables are turned. It’s not his job to call other places in order to get a hold of me, but I need to do whatever I can in order to reach him. Got it.

Fifteen minutes passed and nothing. No phone call or a surprise visitor. I guess having his daughter for the night wasn’t worth it for him. Good to know.