The “Bad Husband” Chronicles

Just another day for you and me in Paradise

Monday morning revelations

Posted by mozziestarlet on November 10, 2008

On Saturday evening, the husband’s youngest son (11 years young), phones him after six months of successfully avoiding his father.  The husband is stunned, as his last conversation with his son amounted to his son not wanting him in his life anymore.  His son is terribly bright, knowing that his dad is a worthless father and that he will never measure up to what a father should be.  Nevertheless, he’s still a young boy and believes in the goodness of hope.  I believe in it too.  As Tim Robbins’ character says in the movie ‘The Shawshank Redemption,’ “Hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of things, and a good thing never dies.”  I couldn’t agree more.

After talking a whopping ten minutes to his son, the husband promises him he will call him again tomorrow and arrange a time for them to see each other on Monday.  Later that evening, his son phones my cell and tells me how much he misses me.  He says, “I really wish I could see you too.  You are so nice.  You’re like the father I’ve never had.”  I am touched, but know I am not a replacement for an absent father, nor should I be.  I tell him how sweet he is and that I am always thinking of him.  He chuckles an innocent, childish laugh and says, “I love you” before hanging up.

Sunday arrives and the husband has been sleeping all day in his recliner.  I try to remain uninvolved in these matters, but I’m silently stewing knowing that the day is drawing to an end and the husband has yet to honor his promise to his son.  I kick the footrest on his recliner, waking him, and tell him to call his son.  He says, “Oh, thanks babe.  I almost forgot.”  I think to myself, ‘Yep.  Naturally and as predictably as ever.’

The husband tells his son that he will come and take him fishing at 10am on Monday morning and that they can spend the afternoon together.  Obviously, the little fella is excited at the notion of spending time with his dad and graciously accepts.  Monday morning arrives and I trot downstairs at 9:45 to find the husband on Mapquest trying to find directions to his ex-wife’s home.  I am infuriated that he’s procrastinated and now will be late to see his son, after making such a heartfelt promise to be there by 10am.  Realizing that he is a dumbass and incapable of deciphering exact directions, the husband phones his ex-wife and says, “Uh, damn.  Ya’ll sure do live far away. Can you tell me how to get there?”  Naturally, she is livid.  Once again, the husband has sloughed off and broken another promise.  I hear her voice gradually amplifying on the phone, while the husband tries to make excuses and shift the blame to her.  After a few minutes, she tells him to get his ass in gear and come see his son.  The husband shuffles out the front door, grumbling and issuing threats to her, and is on his backwards way.

Several minutes pass and his ex-wife phones me.  In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not like most women or wives.  I’m not petty, I don’t place blame where it doesn’t belong, and I listen to all sides.  She and I have always gotten along because she knows I’m a good person and want only the best for her and her son.  She sees that in me and respects me for it.  I respect her for raising her son with little or no help from anyone else.  She deserves kudos for that.  I recommend to her that she steer clear of the husband as he is always looking for a scapegoat for his own failures and shortcomings.  She agrees and thanks me for being such a good person and for understanding.  I tell her I understand perfectly and always have.  We politely say goodbye, but before she hangs up, she says, “You know, Mozzie.  I always keep you in my prayers.  There’s a special place in heaven for people like you.”  I thank her for her kind words and respond, “Well, I believe there’s a place in heaven for everyone.  It’s just a matter of living up to it and not losing sight of your seat.”

So, what’s the moral of the story?  Always treat others the way you want to be treated.  In giving love, kindness, and respect, you shall also receive.


And just to answer the burning question that so many of you have, yes, I am working steadily on removing the husband from my life.  I am pursuing all avenues and exhausting all resources.  Hopefully, this effort will be fulfilled sooner than later.  I will keep you posted…pinky swear. 😉


4 Responses to “Monday morning revelations”

  1. regular lout said

    Thank God that your life is taking a positive turn!!! There are always road blocks but I feel confident that you will face them head on. Keep writing…you inspire me and I’m sure many others.

  2. God forgive me for not liking ur husband at the moment! Some people wish they had theirs alive with them and here’s a dad who doesn’t understand his value as a father. This man is clearly not father, husband nor human material. Hey Mozzie, you can do two things… get on up out of there or kick his ass out. I feel like hanging around him and his negative energy may affect you or may be in the way of your blessings. Like for real!!! You need to be totally free of him even if divorce papers aint through yet.

  3. mozziestar said

    Hi Carl,

    Thank you for kindness and concern. Yes, your comments about the husband couldn’t be more accurate. Once my rose-colored glasses became clear, I realized all of these things.

    Rome may have fallen in a day, but it certainly wasn’t built in one. I am peddling as fast as I can to reach the freedom I deserve, but patience is a necessity.

    Stay tuned and thanks again for your faithful readership.

    Keep shining,

    Mozziestar 🙂

  4. I love your post. I wonder how are you now? Have you gotten rid of the husband? Ü

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