Ivy's Space

A journal of the life of a failed marriage and the after affects on the wife and children, told from the wife's perspective.

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Location: Georgia, United States

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Sunday, October 16, 2005

If one person is using drugs...

So tonight my kids came back from another fun and adventurous weekend with the ex. Yeah that was sarcasm. Apparently the ex and his whore have given up their apartment and are staying with her parents along with the whore's brother, wife and son. Sound trashy? Does to me. Anyway apparently the ex and his whore were arguing last night. The brother came in the house complaining today about their arguing keeping him awake. He flipped about it and told them to leave or he would call the cops. The question is what would he be reporting? It isn't illegal to argue. My kids of course are in the dark about so much. I am guessing he was planning to report their drug use in some capacity. My kids did overhear my ex and his whore complaining about the cop telling them that if one person in the house was on drugs (apparently they told the cop that her brother was using meth, again according to my children) that they probably all were. Observant cop. I called him around 5 today asking if he wanted me to get the kids and feed them dinner. I was near the area he had them, the park in downtown Atlanta, and figured at least they could eat a decent meal since they often complain that he doesn't feed them or feeds them very little. He refused. I am guessing he didn't want me to interfere with his drug run which I have little doubt that he does these while at that particular park. He offered to feed them and have them home by 7. They got home around 8 and said he gave them 4 chicken nuggets each and a few of their fries. Wow what a dinner. 'sigh. I am not sure what bothers me more. The fact that my kids now have an inkling that their father is somehow associated with drugs, even if by relation of his soon to be brother in law, or that the whole story didn't surprise me in one bit. My daughter's birthday is tomorrow, dammit if she's 9 I am going to have to come up with another age for them to tell people that I am. 21 just won't work anymore heehee. Just wanted to get this documented.