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The problem is that the eldest child’s window faces the driveway.
Well, that’s actually not the problem. It’s more like a trigger. The real problem is way bigger than the window or the driveway or even the eldest child.
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Two nights a week, the stb-ex is scheduled to be at my house with the children from the time he is done with work until some four hours after their bedtimes. He’s with them at other times, but those nights in particular were put in place so that he could be with the kids for the entire evening’s activities. It happens at my house so that the children’s sleeping arrangements are not disturbed and they are where they need to be when they wake in the morning.
I use this time to run errands related to children and home. Occasionally I go out for coffee with girlfriends. Other times I participate in activities of a more adult nature—away from the house.
A majority of the nights in question, I am home hours before the time appointed for the stb-ex to be off duty, simply because I need to use that time for work. Some nights I use the entire time for work, never leaving the house at all.
The stb-ex has requested standing permission to leave early if I am home and the children are already sleeping. It seemed silly to have him stick around if the kids were in bed for the night, he reasoned.
I granted this request with great reluctance. Sometimes it’s impossible to see the future; other times it’s all too easy to predict how things will go south when the stb-ex is involved.
Almost immediately this became a problem on the nights when I was home working. He’d put the little ones to bed, then watch tv with the eldest child until he decided that it was her bedtime. He’d point her in the direction of her room and then zip away, leaving her to wave after him from her window facing the driveway.
Then she’d cry.
After I’d get her settled down, I would learn that she’d not performed her pre-bedtime duties. Because by this point she was not only exhausted but also sad, she would slog through her routine in super-slo-mo. At times it would take her an hour after he left to get settled into bed.
To my mind, this was not working. Not only was the eldest child not getting the comfort of having her father there as she fell asleep, but I was also not getting uninterrupted time for work.
I addressed these concerns with the stb-ex. Perhaps you can imagine how the conversation went?
I can sum it up for you like this: He would not acknowledge that he was shirking his duties in leaving before the eldest child was asleep. He opined that she “needed to get used” to him leaving, and that since I’d initiated the divorce, he was doing me a favor by agreeing to provide so much “free time” to me anyhow.
In a similar situation, about a month ago the stb-ex pitched a fit because I was not sticking around to have dinner with the family on each night that he was responsible for the children at my house. I fixed dinner for all of them on those nights, but frequently I jetted out the door the second everyone was settled because I had plans or work or errands.
He accused me of being a poor mother and example to the children because I “didn’t want” to eat dinner with them. With a horrible sense of resignation, I began fixing and eating dinner with the family, which effectively shaved off at least a half-hour of my already limited time.
I found that he was quite happy when I not only made dinner, served dinner and sat between the children while they ate dinner, but when I also cleaned up the children and the kitchen after dinner. He was the most content when he could eat in peace the meal I’d cooked (often while reading his mail or a magazine) and then play with the kids while I cleaned up.
I am so torn when these disagreement arise. Part of me wants to force him to abide by the original agreement; I am tempted simply to disappear from the second he arrives until thirty seconds before his time is up.
When I suggested this possibility to him, he was quite angry. He accused me of threatening him. He threatened that if I couldn’t be “flexible” with him, he’d stop being flexible with me. I asked him to name one time since our physical separation began when he’d been flexible with me. He couldn’t—but he was certain that he had been flexible with me many, many times.
The other part of me wants to acquiesce gracefully. Go, I want to tell him. You need to be off duty. I understand completely. Leave whenever you like; I’ll be here with the kids.
I remember how awful it felt to have the grudging attention of a man who didn’t want to be with me, so I am loath to have my children feel the same thing from their father, even over so little a thing as eating dinner or getting to bed at night.
I need to accept that this man enjoys playing father to the children on a very limited basis. He (sort of) likes to eat with them, but cleaning up after them? Not so much. He (sometimes) has fun playing with them, but getting them into bed? That’s just not as much fun.
I have continued fixing and eating dinner with them as much as I possibly can. I am trying to keep my evening schedule as open as possible so that I can be available when the eldest child goes to bed.
I’m not sure that this is the best approach. I feel stuck. I’m stuck between the needs of the children and the selfishness of a very immature man.
When it comes to that choice, I have to take care of the children first.



