New adventure?

So things may be a changin'. Nothing for sure yet but I think that I may be on my way out of this hell that is my life with these kids. Turns out when my guy and I sat down to see if our budget could afford this move to the depths of hell, right down the street from his kids......sorry...tangent. So we sat down and crunched the numbers, well he did I just sort of curled up and prayed that they wouldn't work. I may be a bit selfish. I liked the life that we had. I was making a bunch of money and was really liking the spending part of it. I had just bought my dream vehicle and was looking forward to paying it off before I was 60. With my pay I could easily double if not triple my payments and have it paid off in about a year. In the grand scheme of the move I wouldn't work for a while and the guy would pay the bills. So the numbers, ya they didn't work out so well the first 6 times but then miraculously on the 7Th they did??? I was not happy. I sucked it up and realized this was something I had to do for him. We talked about all the bills that we have. He pays his ex a EFFING RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY, not to mention all the household bills at her house and ours. He would have to foot the bill for my new car and all the random expenses that we had incurred that I usually took care of. Ya sure we could make it work. I think that he lost his damn mind when he thought that it would be helpful to tell the kids that when we moved close to them things would be tight. These selfish little brats don't do well with not getting EVERYTHING they want all the damn time. They told him no problem Dad we want you here. I was hoping that the little jerks would ease up on the daily guilt trips to him about not being here. They are pretty good little manipulators and he bought it every time. They knew we lived 12 hours away, they would call the day before something and then be pissed when he couldn't make it. I know that they got away with this sort of thing because he let them, but for the love of all things holy....I was not about to mention that again! That doesn't even begin to explain it. Sure the bills are getting paid, by a circus clown! Trying to juggle what gets paid this go round and what makes it next time is a pain in the ass. I know that I had been spoiled when we had enough money to go around, but I really thought our days of juggling were over. Hm.
So we make the move. The guy was thinking that since he was closer the kids would want to see him. Not the case. Sure they told him it was because of me. That whole story is for another post. Not cool! Come to find out when I left for a week and they still didn't want to see him, I wasn't the evil demon anymore. They are still playing the guilt but now it's that they want all this shit and he can't afford it. Little rotten brats! Our relationship has been worse this last month than I ever thought it could be. I told him from the beginning that I would bow out before I ever made him choose between his kids and me. I still stand by that. Our relationship could never with-stand him resenting me for that. So in the last week he has come to the conclusion that if the kids don't want to see him anymore than one weekend a month then we should just go back on the road. Big surprise when he mentioned it to the kids they were really supportive, of course they were....they want their meal ticket back. They played it off to him as wanting him to be happy, ya right. I see right through their shit! But this is all working out to my advantage. They made the decision to alienate him from their lives and now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Getting the hell out of here!
I have made plans for the summer with my little darlings. They were really sad when I left them. The plan was for me to be able to take them for a week apiece in the summer, but I was working 74 hours a week and couldn't. So now, my savings account and I will be taking the summer off! I know that I shouldn't feel the way that I do about mine and his, but I can't help it. My 9 year old can write in Chinese and his 15 year old is scared of the dark. I win! That sounds terrible but I like getting it out of y system. C-I warn you that the next little bit may be nothing but negative rantings. I would hate to bring you down but oh man it feels good to just say what I feel. Next up will be the tale of the WICKED EVIL STEP-MONSTER.-V