i actually had the restraining order served on my ex last night. i was supposed to do it while she was at work, but she called in sick, so i went to the bar she goes to, hoping she'd show up. of course she did. i tried to talk to her. i tried to get her to see that picking the nasty meth addict over her son was a bad idea. she told me i was controlling her. i probably am, but i'm also trying to protect my son. it's hard to know where the line is.
i was ready to concede that she could see meth guy as long as she didn't bring him into our shared home, if she kept that part of her life separate. i told her that i would be ok with that, and wouldn't serve her. she said that wasn't acceptable and told me to go ahead and call the police. first, i don't think she thought the papers i had in my hand were real. secondly, i don't think she actually thought i'd call the police. but i did. they came and she was so upset.
she cried and cried. i felt bad like i'd done the wrong thing. but i gave her every opportunity to come home. i gave her every opportunity to be with this wonderful son that she's raised since birth. sure he's legally mine, but she loves him so much. it's so weird. she said i'm trying to control her life. the only stipulation i had to her coming home was that she can't bring her f-buddies into our shared house. that seems reasonable to me. she wants to have many sexual partners, i don't want that around where eli plays and all that. but she can't see it. she makes this out to be ME controlling HER life. and it wasn't like that at all.
she picked nasty meth guy over eli. i served her with a restraining order. it's done. she was crying. i felt like crap.
i don't know if i did the right thing or not. i don't know anything anymore.