Yesterday after work was the Squeeze’s regular Nut Doctor
visit. I’m feeling a lot better about those visits these days. I mean let’s face it, it didn’t take him too long to work out that the Harridan is a ‘manipulator extraordinaire’ so he is well ahead of the condescending female nut doctor we were both seeing last year (who I suspect was a vitriolic ex-wife…)
It wasn’t easy in the beginning. The Squeeze would bring home his stick figure
drawings that always looked lopsided in what was important, at least to me, but
surprisingly quite eloquent. It was
amazing really; just a few words and circles on a screwed up piece of paper and
I could basically decipher his whole session.
These days, there are no stick figures and circles coming
home so either they have progressed beyond describing our “blended family environment”
or the Squeeze is dumping them on the way home.
Stick figures or not, we generally have lively discussion
afterwards. I try not to tell him what
he should have said because let’s face it, it is supposed to be about him and
how he views the world and I suspect the doctor has seen him enough times now to
see the things that remain unsaid.
Yesterday, the session was around Kid 3’s 15th birthday
dinner and the Harridan’s demand suggestion that
although she was having a celebratory dinner with the kids that we were not
invited to, she should come to (ruin) ours.
This magical dinner, which we would pay for of course, would
be enough of a mirage that Kid 3 would live happily ever after secure in the knowledge
that mummy and daddy are the best of friends.
Guess he won’t see every drop off
where she sends a text to say “don’t come near my house!!!” Or maybe he won’t hear her shouting down the
phone about what a useless, selfish pathetic father he is.
Still, we all know that her desire to attend dinner was
about control; shutting me down; manipulation… excluding me where possible and
donning a hat with flashing neon sign that says ‘you don’t belong bunhilda!’
And what did the Nut Doctor think of what had transpired
over a simple request to take the kid out for a dinner for his birthday..? He thought she was a manipulative cow and
that the Squeeze had handled it just right.
Validation is always nice.
Although I think I’m smart enough to work out her game play and attempt
to veto it, its dicey when you have kids involved! Every so often I need to make sure that I’m
not making this about me, when it is about the kid.
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