It's Like This

Very narrowly focused post tonight, you guys.

Question for Drunkards who are divorced parents.

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When?

When are you free of your ex?

When do their mistakes and weaknesses stop affecting you directly?

When do you get to be a competent parent without having to compensate for their incompetence?

When do you ever stop feeling like a failure because you're only one person?

I guess the answer is...never?

I guess the answer is, you do whatever you have to do to make sure your child's college applications aren't incomplete because her dad is an irresponsible man-child.

And you sob because you can't do or be everything she needs.

And you worry yourself almost to the point of death that your best efforts aren't going to be enough.

Precocious Daughter desperately wants to attend Columbia University.

I don't know if she will be accepted. She is doing everything she can to get in.

I'm doing everything I can to help her.

Her father didn't bother to make a copy of his 2016 tax return, which must be submitted to be considered for financial aid.

I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HIM AT THIS POINT.

I've spent most of tonight in tears over this.

Oh, and also  Drummer Boy has no interest in me sexually.

Yeah, my life sucks.

Cheers.