And That is Why He's the EX

My oldest daughter called me last week. She moved up where her dad lives about 6 months ago. Her father and I divorced when she was 7 and she lived with her dad for seven years; then she moved up to live with me. She was actually thrown out of her father’s home because he caught a guy in her room – this is really important considering the rest of this story. He yelled at her and called her ever demeaning and low-down name you can think of. He refused to let her continue to live in his house and bring him down with her.

Now, it would be one thing, if this was a God-fearing, law-abiding, up-standing citizen. He’s not. He’s an alcoholic, that cheats on all his wives, doesn’t believe in God, never remembers a birthday of his two children, and tokes a little when in the company of others that do. So like me, you have to be going, “What the F_ _ K?”

After my daughter moved up here with us, her dad had nothing to do with her. He moved to CO but would fly our younger child to see him once or twice a year. He would deposit money in our younger child’s bank account. He would call and email our younger child. Not ONCE did he attempt to re-establish a relationship with Bonnet. When I tried talking to him about it his response was:

“I refuse to support her while
she is doing things I don’t approve of.”

And of coarse, he was referring to drinking, having sex, and the occasional toak – she takes after her father that way.

Regardless, when her life seemed to be going no where here in Texas, he invited her up to stay with him. He actually lured her up with all kinds of promises.

• She could work for him and learn his trade. He’d pay her $200-$300 a week and she’d be able to go out on her own within a year.


• He would pay for her to go back to college part time while she worked for him.


• He was moving out of his house within 6 weeks and he’d let her take over payments. It was large enough she could get a room mate, or two, and wouldn’t have to worry about a place to live.

That’s just the one’s I can remember.

He did not put her to work with him and she ended up getting a job at a sandwich shop. He did not pay for her to go back to school. He is still living in the house he was moving out of.

If that wasn’t bad enough he forgot to tell his new wife that Bonnet was brining her cat. When they were driving to CO, he was asked if the new wife was okay with it. And his response was, “We’ll find out when we get there.”

She wasn’t okay with it and within two months she made our daughter leave her house because the cat wouldn’t stay in her room. Her dad did nothing while she packed up and started calling friends to find a place to crash. He didn’t give her money, didn’t set her up with an apartment, didn’t get her a hotel for the night. We are talking the middle of winter in CO; she could freeze to death.

She managed to find someone to stay with temporarily and then found a better situation. It was more pricy than she could afford on her own but her dad said he’d giver her a $100 each month to help cover her part. He doesn’t.

Really, all the above is just background in formation so you’ll know the man we are dealing with. But what my daughter told me on the phone tops the list. She went to a party at one of her dad’s friends house, with her dad. She got way to drunk and ended up having sex with the neurosurgeon that hosted the party. That in it’s self is not a huge surprise. Other than the fact she is 22 and he was 49 – a little gross, but not unheard of.

What should be unheard of was that as the 49-year old doctor is leading our drunken daughter down the hall to his bedroom, he yells out to my EX and says, “Anthony, I’m taking your daughter to my room to take advantage of her.” My EX replies, “Hell, I don’t care. She’s 22, knock her up!”

The next day he tells our daughter she could do a lot worse than get pregnant by a neurosurgeon. After all, and I quote, “Can you image the child-support you would get? You’d never have to work again.”

That is why he’s the EX.