Bear came up with a classic this week.
“I think we should go on the Jeremy Kyle show. He’d soon tell you how selfish you are.”
If you don’t watch Jeremy Kyle (and I certainly wouldn’ t recommend it) it seems to be a talk show where family members take the opportunity to accuse each other of all sorts of wicked deeds and more often than not have a televised shouting match. Yuk!!
Since Bear always has the volume up full I can’t help overhearing the programme and so I was able to counter attack:
“I seem to remember Jeremy Kyle saying that you should never put anyone before your own children.”
“Yes, but yours are adults now.”
“I know, but I’m talking about when they were little. You spent all your time trying to break us apart. You kept saying I put them before you. You couldn’t accept that I had enough love for all of you. And then you had the nerve to tell people that you didn’t think I cared about them because I ‘palmed them off on their dad’ (i.e.Whale) at weekends.”
May I add here, that when we divorced, I had custody and control but rather than make official arrangements we agreed that the children should see their dad as and when it suited everyone. This meant that when they were very young we still went on holiday as a family but when they were older they had more say in when they wanted to go and stay with him.
Bear carried on complaining about what a hard life he has but I thought it wise to refrain from reminding him that I left him because I couldn’t face the prospect of a ‘Derby and Joan’ existence with him when I retired. In attempting to separate my children and me he had succeeded only in driving a wedge between himself and me.
“Well, I intend to go on holiday ths year to get away from everyone,” he announced. “You can come with me if you want to.” he added grudgingly.
Fortunately we arrived at the opthalmologist at that point. The waiting room was full to capacity and we had to sit at opposite ends.
By the time we got out, nearly two hours later, he had forgotten the argument.