Not writing for a year has done nothing to improve relations or communications between me and Donkey. I’m not surprised. I could have told you that, but now I have 12 months of rancid texts and emails to back me up. Gotta love evidence.
I didn’t set out to take such a long break, and improving relations between Donkey and I wasn’t my first motivation. I took a break for the holidays and to revamp the look of Deliberate Donkey. Then the holidays were over, but I had felt such a huge relief not being immersed almost daily in the writing and reading of domestic violence and abuse stories. It was then that I wondered if things, maybe, just maybe, could get better with Donkey having one less thing to punch me in the heart about. I knew better — it was a classic emotional vs rational battle — but now I have proof.
I can’t say I’ll come back with any sort of schedule and regularity. I’m looking forward to purging my brain and my records into a central location. That’s what this was to begin with, so that’s what it will go back to. I loved my community here, and I can’t wait to get back in touch with everyone and see how life is going for you too.
It came to blows again this week over school pictures. He had the information. I wanted the information. He didn’t think it was his responsibility to give me the information. I asked him again. He ignored me. I asked the schools and they said they had sent that information home with dad. I asked Donkey again. He ignored me. I asked again, he told me to fuck off, though not in those words. Actually, what he said was cease and desist contacting me and quit being an agitator. Alrighty then.
Turns out, my daughter never had her school pictures taken, so there are no 1st grade pictures for her. And my son, well. Turns out Donkey forgot to send him to school in picture clothes (as opposed to his uniform) on picture day, and forgot again on retake day, so the picture is in uniform with messed up, uncombed hair.
But instead of admitting that, he attacks me.
Of course. Nothing has changed. Like I ever really believed it would.
I spoke with the photo studio this afternoon because I wanted to cancel the order I had placed thinking there were pictures only to have Donkey admit there were no pictures. Come to find out there is a picture. Oh happy Momma!
P.S. I did email Donkey to let him know there is a picture and to give him the info I had about ordering it.