We (X and I) were both notified last week that the supervision company would not be open on Easter Sunday and therefore, there would be no visitation. The court order reads that his visitations are the 1st, 3rd and 5th (if applicable) weekends of each month when/if the supervision company is available. They told me that they were closed and I noted my calendar. Done. Easy, right? Nope.
Last night, I sent him a message because our daughter was coming down with a flu/cold and I also notified the supervision company. The basic consensus was that we would wait and see how she was in the morning and decide what to do from there. By this morning, her fever had broke and the visitation went as planned.
In the meantime, he responds to me and asks, “Can we just plan to meet on Easter Sunday at church so that I can see the girls?” I respond with a simple, “No”. This morning, I woke up to the following message, “What about Easter Sunday? I want to see the girls for a while”.
These are the exact types of situations that previously made me question my sanity. Did I miss something? Weren’t you the one I’ve just spent three hellish years fighting in court? Did you miss the part where you received supervised visits because they finally saw through you? Do you really believe that after all we’ve (the girls and I) been through, I would just say, “Sure! Let’s meet and hang out on Easter and violate court orders! That will be great! Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way to church — no sugar, extra cream?”.
Now I know what Alice felt like when visiting Wonderland.
My response: “The visitation service is closed on Easter and I know you have already been informed of that”.
On a positive note: Today’s visitation went well. I didn’t see him at pick-up or drop-off. Essentially, he followed orders. For that, I am thankful.