I'm not quite so angry about this now, so some of the vitriol has probably drained from the story. You'll still get the gist.
I was bringing Gabriel to his dad's in Sacramento this weekend; dropping him off Friday night, and continuing on my way to Chico. I wasn't quite sure what time I would be leaving on Friday. Donk-Wad was aware. He asked me to text him when I left SC. I did.
Our usual plan is to meet at the Ikea in West Sacramento, but we hadn't actually spoken on Friday about times or plans or anything else. He asked me to text him when I left, and I did. Then I called him when I hit the 680. When I went over the Benicia bridge. When I hit Fairfield. He never answered the phone. Which is how I found myself 20 minutes outside of Sacramento with no idea where in the bloody hell Gabriel's father might be. I called him about a thousand times then, leaving increasingly angrier messages. I texted him. I called him. I texted him again. Then I was IN Sacramento, and I'm sorry, but when someone has repeatedly proved themselves to be the most singularly unreliable human on the planet, I'm not just going to pull into Ikea on the off chance that he decides to show up/call me back. I'm sorry but that is not a plan. So I called him a final time to tell him that if he couldn't pull his head out of his ass for long enough to answer his phone and arrange to pick up his son, I was driving to Chico with Gabriel, and he could come there and pick him up.
Donk-Wad called just as I was leaving Sacramento.
Because it had taken me less time than he had anticipated for me to get to Sacramento.
And that was my fault.
I'm sorry, but you KNOW your kid is coming into town, you might want to, oh I dunno, ANSWER YOUR PHONE? Maybe? Too much to ask? That's fine. How bout you let me know ahead of time? Check it out fucker, you don't even have to TALK to me. You can send me a text message to the tune of, "Hey I'm not gonna have my phone on me, but let's plan on meeting at X time." Because if we had settled on a time, I would have been happy to wait for the FAIL at Ikea, because there would have been some communication, some planning.
If you totally suck at living your life, and you can't be bothered to answer your phone at any point during the three hours during your son's estimated arrival, when you do call? Just apologize. I mean, I'm driving your child over a hundred miles so that he can see you. A tiny bit of chagrin would carry you far.
Anyways, then he was all pissed at me and going, "Well I guess you can just have him for the weekend," which was pretty shitty since Gabriel was fully crying in the backseat about how he just wanted his dad. So I told him that while I wouldn't drive all the way back to West Sacramento, I would meet him in Natomas (the part of Sacramento closest to where I was). So we arranged to meet at the Natomas Safeway. This is about ten minutes away from the Ikea (where he claimed he as waiting for us). I know. I had JUST DRIVEN THAT DISTANCE. I was waiting in that damned parking lot for 40 minutes.
Gah. This was by no means the most ridiculous, the worst, the most depraved, the flakiest, or the least responsible thing he's ever done, but it's the most recent, and I was just so DAMNED mad about it.
My whole life would be happier and better if I could just get myself into a mental space where he couldn't piss me off so much. I'm working on it.