So... yesterday was my "swap from mom to dad" day. I talked to dad on Skype at bout 12:30. I was on my way over there by 1:15. By 1:45 I was being told by dad (at his house) that I'd be spending the weekend in a hotel.
So.. This is three weeks in a row now when he's talked to me over the phone or online within an hour of my getting to his house. He's know what he was going to do/ say at least that far in advance. Then I get to his house and he drops some lovely pile of ick on me. First week was that I'd have to go back and forth every couple of days and needed a different place to stay the next night. Mom to the rescue.
Second week was that his gf really wasn't comfortable around me, so I'd have to stay out f her way, basically locked in the room. Oh, and his life would be easier if I didn't use any of her stuff in the kitchen.
Yesterday I get out of the car and am told I'll have to drive 25 miles in the other direction, in the middle of nasty traffic time, in the direction all the traffic is going.
So I'm in a hotel out by the airport. There's a qdoba here that I could eat at, but I didn't know that until I went and broke my splendid record. There is nowhere around here to buy groceries *except* the walmart.
After 1 year and 15 days I had to go in walmart and buy something. I feel dirty now. So I've got junkfood, and soda, but the room doesn't have a fridge or a microwave, so I've gotta stick with chips and snack food. Yay?
Later today, I think, I'll wander down to the qdoba and get a bean burrito. Oodles of fun.
All this because dad wants things to be "easier on everyone" which translates directly to "easier for him". He also tells me he's trying to get the gf to break up with him. In which case he needs to try harder- he's been working that plan for about 3 years now. He tells me he's trying to cause a big enough fight that she'll move out.
Would *you* move out of a big pretty house where you pay (maybe) the cleaning lady? She has the place to herself all week long, he's only there on the weekends. She gets to drive a 100k car. She can spend all her income on stuff she wants. Move out and she'll have to actually pay rent, and electricity, and all that other stuff. She's not going to do *that*.
Tip for everyone out there- if you've got someone coming over and they think they're staying with that, tell them *as soon as you know* they'll need to stay someplace else. And also that if *every time* you see someone you drop a pile of unpleasant on them, they aren't going to want to see you anymore. Ever. At all.
Oh, and I told him not to dump her because of me. He needs to dump her if *he* wants to.