My two were 15 and 17 when Mrs S#1 and I split. Access had to be on her terms. I was allowed to arrive at 0900 on a Saturday morning and collect them from the kerb outside the house. I had to return them at 9pm. This took much negotiating, financial arrangements and a Judge's order to achieve.
WTF was I supposed to do with them? They had no interest in spending a day with me. My daughter, bless her, used to make jokes about "How many McDonald's Happy Meals does Mum think we can eat?" and if it was raining she would say "Can we go to the zoo?"
In the end the boy used to get me to drop him off at his girlfriend's house (Well dad, that's what you would be doing if you still lived with us") and the daughter and I would mooch around every bloody country house and museum in Beds, Bucks and Oxon. After about 6 months of this nonsense the boy moved in with his GF (he had reached 18) and the daughter became such a fvcking pest to her mother's love life that the not yet ex phoned the Mrs SBB and asked her if she could send the girl to live with us for 6 months "Before I strangle her".
Next thing we knew was that the boy split with his GF and he too moved into our flat so I ended up with both of them for the next three years on and off until one then the other got married.
Strange thing is that whenever (at family occasions) I happen to meet the ex she always gives me to strongest hints that she would not be averse to a bit of hanky panky in the car/nearest hotel or behind a tree if necessary. It seems that she fancies me now that we are apart more than she ever did when we were together.
Wimmin??????
