So I'm.upset. I wish I could stop feeling hurt and angry and frustrated by and about my kid's dad!
It's my oldest son's birthday today. I made him a cake, actually I'm in the throes of making it now. I put a lot of forethought and preparation into it. I told my oldest daughter, and my youngest daughter, thinking they would make sure that everyone knew, so no one else needed to make one. Well nobody told their dad and he's made two cakes.
I an making a quadruple chocolate hazelnut vegan gluten free cake with vegan chocolate and coconut cream ganache (he has Crohn's and has given up dairy and gluten, and is vegetarian and my oldest daughter is also a vegan and gluten free), but there will be too many cakes, so, yeah.
Hopefully we all get to go out to dinner tomorrow night and I'll take it with me and we can have it there.
I'm.upset with myself, that I can't talk to my kid's dad. He was horrible to me for sooooooo many years. He was basically my pedo rapist, sex and domestic slaver, teen impregnater, gaslighting, sociopathic mind-f*cker.
Considering that I am autistic (high functioning, but still) which means at 16, I probably had a mentality of a 12 year old, and I looked about twelve until well into my twenties, he is a horrible pedo evil dude. (He was twice my age and picked me up from being a homeless waif) He treated me hatefully and has never changed, so why should I talk to him? I don't care if he's on the spectrum too, that isn't an excuse to be a total See You Next Tuesday (thanks for that one
@Swift, I hadn't heard of that expression.before lol).
So what if he he isn't a total tool and tosser to our kid's? His shitty parenting has still made 5 out of seven.of them, depressed, stressed, confused, drug f*cked and ill (on top of my shitty autistic/ptsd f*ckedupness). Actually, thinking about it, all of the ones who chose to stay with him got really ill.
I can't and I won't talk to him, not until I get some proof that he's changed and that is highly unlikely. So that's why stupid, disappointing mix-ups occur, like, too many birthday cakes.
Sigh ...
My life is a freaking-messy-aftermath-of-a -long-term-living-nightmare-that-hasn't-really-finished-yet.