Karen and I didn’t get home until late on Saturday, so I couldn’t pick the kids up right away, but I was able to get Beefeater from the neighbors I left him with. I was so happy to see my Golden Guy. And of course, Beefeater loves me more than anyone! This morning I got a text from Röbert asking when he could come by to get his dog. His dog? Never!
I let him know that he can pick the children up from school tomorrow, since he will not be a weekend Daddy, but the dog is mine.
Next thing you know Röbert will be making further unreasonable demands. The time is right for me to put my foot down. Which is why I have a lawyer dropping by his office this afternoon with a few lil’ things for him to sign.