In the time that I've been divorced, my ex husband's attempts to connect with his children have been sporadic and typically at my expense -- I'm the one dropping them off, making excuses for his tardiness or latest broken promise. Through it all, I've managed not to bash their father. Well, not to them. They love him.
The kids have been bugging me for an iPhone for quite some time now. This summer I was weak and provided them both a phone. One of the first people they reached out to was their father. The communication was great at first. Two weeks later, their father contacted me about getting them for a week over the summer. We started making plans. Then the silence came. Two weeks of silence. Once he decided to return our text messages, his truck was broken. I couldnt drop them off in the middle of a work week. We live 300 miles apart. Three weeks of silence. Another attempt at plans. As the date approaches, contact is broken again until three days before their camping trip. A different vehicle problem. A week's silence. I get word there's Still no vehicle. But he wants to get them for a weekend. He has no plans to travel to meet us or pick up the kids. He's going to talk to his sister. No contact. On the day they were to begin their trip, he bought his wife a new car and posted it on Facebook. That was three weeks ago. We've heard nothing else.
In this case, silence isn't golden. It's tarnished by dashed expectations and broken promises.
I wish I could save them from the heartache that's coming.