About a month ago, one of my aunt’s - whom I have not heard from in maybe 10 years - tells me that she wants to meet my son. She tells me one of my other aunts from Texas also wants to meet him.

My son is 4 years old, and if you ask me, he’s better off without them. But after making me feel guilty about it, I concede.

The problem was that at the time, my work schedule was Wednesday until Sunday, and they insisted on seeing him on the weekend. When he was not with me.

I recall bringing this up with Heather, but I don’t think we came up with a particular agreement about the weekend because honestly, I had no idea what was happening.

Well, my work schedule has changed and I was able to pick up the Lil’ Moo on a Friday, but there was still the whole confirming with Heather about it first. After bringing her up to the same page as I was on, we made our scheduling for the weekend and all was well.

Saturday, from what I had understood, my mother was going to bring him to see everyone. She apparently went to a party that had nothing to do with either aunt. So I asked her what the deal was, and she informed me that everything would be happening Sunday.

Sunday morning, Heather asked me if it would be better for me to bring the boy home on Monday. Not knowing what was going on, plus spending another day with my son as part of the deal, I said no problem. At around 12 noon, when me and the boy woke up from our lazy Sunday slumber.

I got the boy dressed and ready for his day, ready to see my family, and that’s when I hear from my mother. Apparently, the one from New Jersey didn’t feel like driving to Long Island, and the one from Texas decided to fly back Saturday night.

I spend Sunday with my son, playing with him and snuggling up and really enjoying the extra time we had together. Monday morning we woke up, ran a couple of errands, watched some TV, and then dropped him off with his family up in Westchester.

About an hour after I left, Heather texted me, asking how everything had went. I told her, and she was upset. Rightfully so, in that we had changed our regular schedule so that he could spend the weekend with me to meet family that bailed on us, but what could I do? Change the clocks back to Friday? Reverse it so she could have the weekend with him that was lost?

It’s not really a big deal to me what she thinks - not because I don’t care, but because it was completely out of my hands. I was lead to believe my family actually cared about seeing him.

They were never there for me when I needed them. Why was I thinking they’d change their hearts? Because of their bullshit, I had to deal with unnecessary drama, change a schedule, and anger someone who didn’t need to be angered.

Never again.