Friday, June 4, 2010
Where's Michael Weston When I Need Him?
He didn't make any effort to fix things. He didn't come when he was scheduled to visit the baby. When he did come, he would pay her virtually no attention whatsoever. The last time he came to my house to visit her, she was a two year old towheaded beauty. She sat quietly playing in his lap while he ignored her and caught me up on the business of his various family members. I listened for a bit but as I watched her play without his attention, I became furious and I told him that since I had left him, I didn't care what his family was up to. I told him that I didn't have to care anymore, that I no longer wanted to be his wife or have anything other than our daughter between us. I told him he had been disrespectful of me so often and so many times that I wasn't even interested in his friendship, and that if he wasn't sitting in my living room to visit with his daughter, he was welcome to leave.
Recently we have finally taken the steps to finalizing my divorce from him (a very very long story I won't get into here) and child custody arrangements. Well, Teenybop is now six years old. She has not seen him since she was two. And now he wants to contest the suggested parenting agreement (which is actually much more sympathetic to him than I had wanted) ... he wants more visitation than what is offered. Which is interesting since he has previously shown no interest in visitation before. He may contest the divorce. I have been assured that he will not win, that I will have my divorce and that at best, he can be awarded supervised visitation pending his submission and passing of extensive drug tests. But still.
What I need is Knoxville's version of Burn Notice's Michael Weston. I need him to do the hero thing for me, I need him to be all big and bad and modern MacGyver and swoop in to save the day for my daughter.
And honestly? I wouldn't mind spending some quality girl time pouring out my heart to Michael's friend Fiona, either. Now she is a chick I'd love to have squarely on my side.