Saturday, June 4th, 2011 was a very important day in the lives of two little girls. It was the “Annual Father-Daughter Dance” through my daughter’s Girl Scouts Troop. The event was talked about at each Girl Scouts meeting for two months leading up to the event. The girls were so excited about attending this Greek Themed Ball. These events are a big deal when you are four and six years old.
At that point in time, my X’s visitation was to begin at 3:30pm on Friday and last until Sunday evening.
We drove to the Starbucks location on Friday afternoon where the pick-up was supposed to take place and we waited. Then we waited some more. He never showed up. We called his phone- no answer. We left a voice mail and then we drove home. I was livid. How could he do this to them on such an important weekend? To this day, I will never understand it.
I was careful not to upset the girls. Glenn and I had already discussed a back-up plan in advance. I had even discussed a back-up plan with the girls when my oldest asked, “what if daddy doesn’t come”. I told her that her Uncle would take her (he lives 2 hours away) or Glenn would be happy to accompany them. I’ve learned to always be a step ahead of him. Glenn offered to step in and take the girls to their dance. They were excited.
I got the girls dolled up in their finest Greek attire – white gowns with gold sashes, gold bracelets, make-up and fabulous up-dos. They danced, participated in hula hoop contests, played games and had a great evening. The night was saved and the girls were happy– that is what mattered most.
It is his loss–he missed out on a precious moment in time with his daughters.
I later discovered that he had been fired from his job just days before and spent the weekend drinking wine in Napa. Alcohol came before our daughters once again.