The Psycho Ex Wife

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Well, continuing from the last post about PEW exaggerating and worrying beyond what is entirely reasonable regarding S2’s illness, she began at 8:35AM and continued all… day… long. Yes - it was the dreaded email & text barrage accompanied by some voice-mail as well.

8:35 AM text message from PEW:

How is S2?

8:54 AM text message reply from LM:

Fever went up right B4 bed last night. Keeping him home today even though he felt fine and wanted to go to school. We’ll see how he does today.

That should have been sufficient, but I knew (and all of you readers know) that it clearly was not. Despite being a full and complete update regarding his status while I was in the parking lot at work, the terror campaign was only just beginning. I go to my meeting.

9:05 AM text message from PEW:

What did it go up to? see this is what im talking about he should not still be having that after 9 days call me please

No reply.

9:11 AM voice mail from PEW:

So you’re playing game at S2’s expense now?

No reply.

9:12 AM text message from PEW:

LM???

No reply.

9:16 AM phone call from PEW: No voice mail left.

9:31 AM email from PEW:

LM,

I know you like to torture me but this is serious. S2 needs to have lab work or something. The chest x-ray would be good too. It’s been since Sunday, that is 10 days. What if they mis-diagnosed him or something. I didn’t want you to go to Dr. [Ihate] for a reason. S2 should NOT have a fever anymore. I know you think I’m a hysterical nutcase, but you have no idea all the possible things that could be causing this. I AM FREAKING OUT and you are being really mean by not communicating with me.

Nothing bad better happen to my son.

~PEW

Why would I think she’s a hysterical nutcase? No reply.

9:48 AM text message from PEW:

Ok its on… joint custody isn’t going to work!

No reply.

9:50 AM text message from PEW:

My petition has been ready 4 two months i just have to add ur latest

No reply.

11:18 AM phone call from PEW: No voice mail left.

12:14 AM phone call from PEW: No voice mail left.

12:48 PM text message from PEW:

Since u wont call im coming over i want to see S2

I tell DW and she thinks we should call the cops and alert the landlord now. I hesitate because I don’t want to cause a scene in front of S2 and I’m not thinking she’s going to leave work to come over to the cottage. I reply. Text message from LM at 12:56 PM:

I gave you an update this morning. Stop harassing me, please. When there is something new to report, I will tell u. Call him tonite.

I regret replying at all because I believe she was just fishing for the right button and threatening to come here was a good one. However, I also wanted to make sure I remind her that there is nothing new to report and therefore, nothing further to discuss.

12:59 PM text message from PEW:

LM this is not up to u i want him to have labwork either call to discuss or return him to me or i will get the authorities involved AGAIN

No reply.

1:02 PM text message from PEW:

U cant make unilateral decisions especially when it comes to stuff like this what was the temp last night.

I joke with DW that I should text back that it was 135-degrees. No reply.

1:15 PM text message from PEW:

Is it still [LM's home address]?

No reply.

1:21 PM text message from PEW:

Ill be over after work do i need to bring a cop with me.

No reply.

That’s 16-TIMES IN LESS-THAN 5-HOURS. 16-times. 16.

In any event, I left work after the meeting and came home. S2’s been in good spirits and fever free though DW reported that he did throw-up a little bit after one of the coughing fits. Laughing. Smiling. Jovial. I’m checking his temperature almost hourly. He’s eating. He’s drinking. He’s just got that nasty cough lingering and if not for the fever spike before bed last night, he’d be in school today.

I called the doctor and explained every last detail between yesterday’s visit and the time I called in the afternoon. They say that as long as he is fever-free, there is nothing else we can do for him. Keep up with the antibiotic and the albuterol treatments and monitor his temperature. If his fever spikes again, call us immediately.

I explain to the person on the phone that mom is freaking out and wants me to take S2 to the hospital for lab-work and a chest x-ray. She says, exasperatedly, “Oh, no!” and further explains that there is nothing more that the hospital is going to do for S2. The medicine and rest need to work it out unless something changes to warrant further attention.

That’s what we’ll do.
…..

Worthy of note:

1. PEW wasn’t concerned about his well-being when I dropped him off on Sunday 10/12.  He was sick that evening with a fever.  However, she pressured me to hurry up and get there (to drop off S1’s cellphone charger).  He was packed in the car when I arrived about to head out with PEW and Aunt PP.  When I gave her “the look” she said to me, “oh, he’s feeling a lot better!”  (It was an hour later.)
2. PEW doesn’t like Dr. [Ihate] but he did no more or less than the doctors that she likes would have done on Monday.  When his symptoms worsened and she visited the doctor she likes - that doctor did more because there was more going on.
3. When she called the doctor she liked to explain her side of the situation yesterday in a weak attempt to get an “I told you so” - she gave the same advice as the doctor she hates.  Go figure.
4. PEW is an idiot.

I look at the clock now and it’s 2:52 PM. Check back for more updates as the day progresses. No texts, voice mails, or phone calls for 1-1/2 hours now. In the meantime, I’ll be preparing for her threatened visit.

…..

Updating at 9:30 PM. I believe that the onslaught is officially over at 21 separate contacts for the day. It far eclipses the 10 phone calls followed by a police visit a few summers back.

6:03 PM phone call from the PEW: Normal child-interrogation phone call.

6:10 PM text message from the PEW:

U didn’t tell me he threw-up. That’s new.

No reply.

6:11 PM text message from the PEW:

I’m calling the dr. in the morning

No reply.

6:14 PM text message from the PEW:

103.3 is pretty bad after being on an antibiotic for 10-days

No reply. Though, I must say to you that it hasn’t even been 10-days he’s been sick. The usual embellishment from her. He’s been on the new antibiotic for 5-days because she concluded that the amoxicillin was ineffective after 24-hours, doctor and pharmaceutical expert that she is. In her mind, this child is on the literally on the verge of death.

6:26 PM voice mail from the PEW:

LM, it’s PEW, ummm listen, I think you should just bring S2 back and if he gets better towards the end of the week I’ll give him back to you but if you’re not willing to take them to the doctors and aren’t willing to do what needs to be done, then just bring them back to me and I’ll do it.

At 7:45 PM, I called her and calmly gave her a very short update regarding S2, his day, my call to the doctor and their recommendations. I then hung up the phone. I followed-up by putting in writing (over DW’s objections) essentially what I said on the phone so that I have documented evidence that I actually gave her a second update regarding S2’s illness for the day. I also told her to never contact me more than 1 time per day for any sort of update ever again. If there is something I feel she should know - I will email her with the information as I always have, without fail, for the last 4-years.

As an aside - while discussing with the boys how S2’s week went last week, S1 complained that S2 was “manipulating” PEW and Aunt PP into giving him “lots of milkshakes, running down to the convenience store and buying him all kinds of candy” and how he’s essentially been eating like crap the entire week he was the most sick. I must admit that it took a great deal of restraint on my part to not show outright anger at the news - I just let them spill the beans - and then calmly explained to them both that when they are sick, that’s the last thing that they need to be eating and that no matter how much they love their junk… when you’re seriously sick, that’s when you need to be eating the smartest.

Then, I went for a walk in the crisp, dark, evening air.

And after all that…