Fighting
I rarely “fight” with my ex, but when I have to, it’s a doozy. The problem of the week…month…year…is that I find myself in need of finding a job for the next school year. I briefly considered entering the private sector, but as I can’t stand the thought of putting four kids in daycare during the summers, I’ve been set on finding another teaching contract.
Guess what? I found one! I was offered a great job teaching in Northern Utah. Now begins the fight. Can I move out of state with the kids? Well, our parenting plan says that I have to get ex’s permission to move the kids out of Montana. Mind you, I can stay IN Montana and live much farther away than Northern Utah, but the ex must have just been looking for something to fight about.
I think that he feels that if he blocks this opportunity, I’ll come running back to Helena with my tail between my legs begging for his help. Of course for my own mental health, I’ll never live in Helena again as long as he’s there. I just can’t deal. My kids need me to be sane. My potential students need me to be sane. Pretty much everyone I come into contact with would be better off if I weren’t freaking out about living near my ex and having him drive past my house all the time. (he used to do that when I lived there)
So let’s get this moving show on the road dangit!!!!!






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