Hello. First post. Looks like I'm about to do all this crap. The ex has finally gone and done it - she's (well, her mum on the actual day) has stopped me from getting our eleven year son after school for our usual Thursday evening (I return him that night to his mum), and then also Friday, and now refuses to communicate. This is significant because her mother, who is normally the slightly more sensible one who doesn't argue (much), appears to be agreeing that she should kick this off.
We've been split up for 10 years. Both single. All we do is scream at each other over text messages. I haven't been in the same room with her for years. The trigger for this episode is - 6 months ago she gave her old iPhone to our kid, but, incredibly, didn't wipe it. I got my lad to unlock it so I could add my phone number to it so we could Whatsapp only to find it was already on there, with all of our awful message history, but worse - also full of her other text messages etc., some of which were to blokes she's obviously met on the internet, discussing sex acts. Some drunken sounding argument with a woman I don't know. You couldn't make it up. And I only looked at it for like 3 minutes, saw enough. I asked her to wipe it. She refused, astonishingly, didn't think it was a problem. I kept asking her for six months to do it, she refused the whole time. So last week I finally decided to just do it myself. Our lad takes this phone to school ffs. And now she and her mum are on the "this is the final straw, you can't see your son any more, you controlling b**stard". As if any of that makes sense. Door slammed in my face, total refusal to communicate. Seems unlikely to change.
I sent a registered post letter that was delivered this morning saying we have to go to mediation and requested contact with our son resume. I don't expect mediation to work.
I guess I digress from the thread title. I'm knocking on 52 years old, she's in her mid-forties. I've got more grey in my beard than dark. I want to grab hold of her and shake her and say "Don't you think we're a bit long in the tooth for this shit?"
She drinks. She's unhinged. She'll do all the usual crap if we go to court that I see you lot all saying your exes do. Abuse, controlling. He smokes dope (I don't any more). I'll be doing self rep. I'm tired. Jesus Christ.
We've been split up for 10 years. Both single. All we do is scream at each other over text messages. I haven't been in the same room with her for years. The trigger for this episode is - 6 months ago she gave her old iPhone to our kid, but, incredibly, didn't wipe it. I got my lad to unlock it so I could add my phone number to it so we could Whatsapp only to find it was already on there, with all of our awful message history, but worse - also full of her other text messages etc., some of which were to blokes she's obviously met on the internet, discussing sex acts. Some drunken sounding argument with a woman I don't know. You couldn't make it up. And I only looked at it for like 3 minutes, saw enough. I asked her to wipe it. She refused, astonishingly, didn't think it was a problem. I kept asking her for six months to do it, she refused the whole time. So last week I finally decided to just do it myself. Our lad takes this phone to school ffs. And now she and her mum are on the "this is the final straw, you can't see your son any more, you controlling b**stard". As if any of that makes sense. Door slammed in my face, total refusal to communicate. Seems unlikely to change.
I sent a registered post letter that was delivered this morning saying we have to go to mediation and requested contact with our son resume. I don't expect mediation to work.
I guess I digress from the thread title. I'm knocking on 52 years old, she's in her mid-forties. I've got more grey in my beard than dark. I want to grab hold of her and shake her and say "Don't you think we're a bit long in the tooth for this shit?"
She drinks. She's unhinged. She'll do all the usual crap if we go to court that I see you lot all saying your exes do. Abuse, controlling. He smokes dope (I don't any more). I'll be doing self rep. I'm tired. Jesus Christ.