This weekend was Chris' weekend with Ethan. Ethan is dropped off from school and Chris usually calls me around 5 to let me know how Ethan's day went. At 6pm, I still didnt heat from him, so I called and the phone rang 4 tomes, then went to Voicemail. I left a message. At 7pm, I still haven't heard anything. I started calling every half hour, then every 20 minutes. Finally at 10pm, I gave up and decided to go to his house (he's staying with his parents). I drove up and there's a strange car in the driveway (exact same model as mine). I used my key and went inside. The bedroom door was open and there was Chris, in bed with his girlfriend. In his PARENTS bed. And Ethan was in the room across the hall, where Chris was supposed to be. I am so close to calling his parents and telling them, but I don't want to ruin their time with the baby.
See, his parents are in California with their daughter because she just adopted a baby girl. Instead of being responsible, Chris decided to play house. I don't particularly care about that. He can do whatever or in this case, whomever he pleases (sorry Mom). What I do care is that he involved Ethan, and as it turns out, this isn't the first time. Yes, I am absolutely LIVID about this. But, I can't control his stupid choices. I asked them both, very nicely, if they want to have a relationship, that's fine. If she would like to get to know Ethan. I'm okY with that. But no more overnights while Ethan is there. No more lying to me about where you're going with Ethan and who will be there. No more of her driving With Ethan in the car.
So...that was my weekend. How was yours?
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