DRAGON-EXES - THE MOST HIDEOUS SORT

Hey, I can't bitch about my kid's cp all the time.  I've got lots of other things to bitch about, way too many dragons, to restrict this blog to just one.  I think the worst, most hideous, irritating, irrational and obnoxious dragon I am forced to deal with is my ex.  Yech, I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking of her!  If you have one and you think yours is bad, I can guarantee that in a side by side comparison, mine is more obnoxious hands down.  She is a gaping asshole.  A psychotic malevolent mean-spirited bully. And those, I assure you, are her good qualities.  


So now I've been told that my kid needs surgery... and guess who that means I'm going to have to deal with?! Yep, you guessed it. The duchess of douche as Valerie lovingly refers to her. Last time my daughter had surgery I thought I was going to kill this broad. If she pushed the wheelchair, she muttered loudly under her breath that she was nothing but the sherpa. If I pushed the wheelchair, she muttered loudly under her breath that I was excluding her. There is just no winning with her. At least at that time she didn't have custody - because she didn't want custody... because at most she wanted to be a "distant aunt" (her words) because she wanted to go drinking, partying and dating (she clearly entertained fantasies that someone would be interested in dating her) and she didn't want a kid cramping her style(sic). See, I told you she was hideous! I bet she even makes you throw up a little in your mouth.  3 years after we broke up she only wanted custody because I started dating. It was her way of inflicting pain on me. Anyway, for the past few years she's had half custody, something that still sticks in my craw and irritates me every time I think about it. Thankfully, because of the schedule the lawyers devised, I don't have to have any contact with her, as all pick ups and drop offs happen at school.  But because she now has half custody, she feels entitled to make decisions and shoot her mouth off about my child's care and this upcoming surgery. As if I want this malicious psychopath to be making decisions that require more than a scintilla of empathy about the medical experience, pain and feelings of a human being. Really, humans are a whole other species here. The surgery is a month and a half away and we're already beginning to duke it out about who gets how much time and how things should be done. She's emailing, texting and calling me several times daily with questions, comments and whatever drivel pops into her head... clearly enjoying all this access to me. Yippee! Shoot me now.