Does he have a monthly cycle?

Does he have a monthly cycle? It's been almost a month since he had his last drug binging weekend where he was a complete jerk to me, ran away, and broke up with me. After that, things kind of subsided and we have been seemingly co-parenting nicely together.. until now.  This weekend was bad. 

I had a really rough time emotionally and I cried a lot. 

Abby came to visit for the week on Thursday. I asked if she could take the kids to their dance classes so I could go to my Nar-Anon meeting. She did that and got the kids in bed. When I got back we chatted about all the stuff that has been going on. He hasn't talked to her about anything that has been going on- he obviously knows that she knows about the separation and divorce because it's been a month and she is visiting us. He hasn't talked to her, he never told her, and he messaged her 3x in the last month asking how she was doing- fishing for her to ask and check on him, but never volunteering the information himself. 

He told her "If I get off early tomorrow night (Friday) then I'll stop by and see you". An empty and false promise. Friday night I went over to interview for a new nanny job that I have to get to make some more money to pay for my debt and lawyer. As we were leaving I was sad- I think because they were a nice family and it all seems to be working out for them- unlike for us. Bryson immediately asked about his dad. He NEVER asks about his dad.. but it's getting longer in between the kids seeing and hearing from him and he is starting to miss his dad. 

He said "When am I going to see my dad again? 

"I'm not sure, honey." 

"Can we call him? Can I facetime him and show him my new phone case?" 

"Sure, I can check with him if he can talk"

I texted Chris saying his kids would like to chat, could we facetime in 30 minutes? 

He never responded. 

This part hurt me so much.. I know it's only the beginning of the hurt, but this dug so deep that I cried a lot over this. How could he not just talk to his kids? Just say goodnight? 

Meanwhile, Abby had waited to hear from him to no avail. 

I checked the jail to see if he'd been arrested- maybe that is why he didn't respond? Nope. 

I kept checking my phone- nothing. No response. 

The next morning I messaged him and asked him why he hadn't messaged or called us when his son was actually asking for him. He was flippant, not really apologetic.. I asked if he would be with the kids that night for the start of his weekend- he said  yes - he would be there between 8-9. 

I left to go to a concert and Abby watched the kids for me. The plan was her dad would come and he would spend the night and then be there through Monday- I would leave and give them their space. 

9:24 PM:. He still had not shown up. I messaged to ask him what was going on - he said he would be there later. 

"I make plans on Saturday nights because that is your time to be with the kids." 

"Isn't Abby there to watch them?" He has no idea she has already watched them 2x for me and she is waiting around for him. 

I stay out so that I can see if he is going to come home late.. He never comes home.. I go over to the house and sleep there so I'm not leaving Abby with my kids even  longer. 

Sunday 8:55am. 

"Good morning, are you coming here today to be with the kids or not? I have plans and Abby already watched the kids last night and she has other people she needs to see today. So I need to know whether or not I have to cancel my plans?" 

11:41 AM Yea I'm coming over, be there in a bit. 

1:24PM When will you be coming? 

1:33 On the way. 

I spoke with him - he was on the way from lunch.. and he was moody, mean, cold, and not friendly or supportive on the phone. I tried to ask about taking the kids somewhere. He was in a foul mood and refused to "fight with me".. even though I was simply trying to talk with him about the afternoon plans and what had happened to the day and how I had to cancel my plans. He didn't care. I cried in the car on the way home.. I cried because he was mistreating the kids and I so hugely. He couldn't be bothered to spend a little bit of time with the kids and all  he showed was what a burden they are. Earlier this week he tells me what a wonderful mom I am and how lucky my kids are to have me and now he can't bring himself to even talk to them? He couldn't talk to them for even 10 minutes before bed on Friday? Couldn't bother to see them and plan something fun on Sunday? Has blown Abby off the entire time she has been visiting.. which is not the first time he has done this to her!! He's got to know this is wrong and just completely screwed up priorities.. but then again- this is the face of addiction. 

He shows up at the house, mean, cold, uncaring. I play with the kids for a few minutes to say goodbye to them, I ask if he wants my extra booster seat for his car because he won't finish putting his car seat for Victoria back together and she rides in the booster seat and Bryson doesn't have a seat- just straps in. He acquiesced and said yes so I went to put the seat in the car. I see some papers on the floor- our financial affidavit and some medical clearance form- I can't look at it too closely because I can feel him watching me.. I play it off and ask about the financial affidavit and if he has sent his copy to the lawyer, "Not yet. I will tomorrow". Then I still can't really get a good look at the other document because he is watching me like a paranoid kid about to get in trouble for lies.. I put the papers in the front seat and then just wonder.. were they for a drug test from work? Did he lose his job? What were those papers all about? I'll have to keep wondering and detach with love and not fix this for him. I can't fix something he can fix for himself. 

We all leave- He comes back that night with the kids. .I went back over to grab my charger and he was just as moody, mean, cold, and calculating. I found myself asking if he had found a place to live- "I'll know in 2 days". No mention of where or who with.. I have to take this and it's so hard to just accept this small piece of moody information. "Why does it matter?" he yells at me.. I just can't with this guy.. who is this? This is the addict. Last week was the person- nice, sweet, thoughtful, and doing well with co-parenting. This weekend it's the addict- moody, cold, mean.. definitely not someone that was trying to sleep with me less than a week ago. I'm getting whiplash from all the mood swings.