Considering his propensity to make decisions without me, I thought it wise to ask questions. Seems that was not wise. I didn’t even realize I was kicking a hornet’s nest. Though once I did, I kicked some more.
I had to ask twice before I even got an answer, though it was hardly an answer.
I waited a week and asked again. He did say he would be registering them for their new school this week.
That’s when I really pissed him off.
Hornet’s nest officially kicked.
He’s such a shithead. I am entitled to this information. I am allowed to ask about my own children’s lives. He’s just an asshole. A donkey. A deliberate donkey.
It is asking too much for him to involve me. Funny though, he loses his shit over me asking about school, after-school care, and activities, but he’s never once flipped his lid over the monthly emails requesting the money ordered in the divorce.