At about 7:15 last night, I thought my Rooferman theories were about to be disproved. I hadn’t received a phone call, offering to drive LB home, so I headed on over to Blondie’s house as usual.
No truck in the driveway. No lights on in the house. There was a maroon Suburban sitting outside, but I’ve never seen it before. I knocked on the door, thinking maybe Rooferman’s truck was in the shop or something. Yeah right. No one answered.
Called Rooferman twice. Finally he picked up.
“Where are you?” I demanded.
“What time is it?”
“7:35 you moron.”
“No way! Sorry I didn’t realize it was so late!”
“WHERE ARE YOU?!”
“Uh, out by your area.”
“Well I’ll be home in 15 minutes. Be there.”
I hung up and sped through the construction zone. Rooferman’s diesel truck was sitting outside my apartment complex. He passed LB off to me and apologized again.
“So what’s going on?” I said. “Do you even live there anymore?”
He looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe I had figured it out.
“Well, I don’t live there right now….but I will soon.
WTF?? WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? I asked him where he was living then, and he said with “a buddy.”
I told him he needs to let me know where he’s taking our daughter on visitation. I also told him Mr. Mediator only had limited amount of time next week and if he didn’t call tomorrow we would NOT get in to see him. I told him it was his responsibility to call, not mine.
Once inside, LB immediately drank 2 glasses of water and asked for some bread. She also was wearing a diaper. She said her foot hurt because “daddy got her in the street” whatever that means. Its so hard doing this with a 2-year-old who can’t really express everything clearly. I’m lucky my daughter talks as well as she does.
I wish this mystery had been solved, but now I have even more questions. Questions that will probably never be answered.
All I can do is document everything and bring it to mediation, where I will ask every question with a 3rd party present. If he bails on that, I will notarize my documentation and bring it to court.
I’m not letting this get to me. The Polar Express is tomorrow and its going to be totally fun. On a side note: My mom wants this for Christmas. Do you think its a scam? Because it would be the perfect hilarious gift.