LP arrived back today after his business trip. I reached out to remind him of our plans and confirm. He canceled.
Me: I just got a cute reminder that you’re on my calendar for tomorrow night. Are we still on? Hope you had a successful trip. 🙂 8:35 PM
LP: I wish I now have [kid] 8:36 PM
LP: Just for back from [city] now 8:36 PM
LP: Exhausted 8:36 PM
Me: Get some rest. We’ll reschedule. xoxo 8:37 PM
I am upset. Obviously. In fact, I was so upset that I was tempted to take to social media and rant about it. I didn’t It’s not his fault. I am not upset with LP at all. It’s his ex. Of course. Continuing her interference.
So, we’re postponed, which is okay.
I was not convinced it would happen this weekend, but I dutifully made arrangements in case it did. I made sure the dog was taken care of. I had told a few friends because I would have to duck out of a function to meet up with him.
I know I will see him at some point. It’s inevitable. I will likely talk to him this weekend.
My hatred for his ex . . . higher than ever. She — again — has continued to have the perfect way to interfere: using their child.