The Ex-Wife by Candice Dow Page B

meeting right now, but I do have some things to do. I was trying to tell you this when you pulled that
     stunt the other day.”
    “What stunt?”
    “Yasmin, I’m at a very crucial point in my life right now. I have a lot of things I’m working on and my schedule may switch
     up some and I need to be able to communicate with you.”
    “You don’t have to communicate with me. You need to make arrangements. If it’s your weekend, then you need to find a babysitter.”
    I wasn’t going to sit around and adjust my schedule for his busy weekends. Prior to the divorce, he got Caron faithfully.
     Now he thought he had a get-out-of-jail-free card. No, I wanted to make dating as much of a challenge for him as it was for
     me.
    He huffed. “OK, do you want me to come get him this evening? I will take him to my mom’s house.”
    “What makes you think he wants to sit around with that old hag while you’re out frolicking with God only knows who?”
    He said, “What do you want to do? You want me to get him, ’cause I will.”
    “I want you to get him and spend some time with him.”
    “That’s not going to happen tonight.”
    “Why?” I shouted.
    The nice approach wasn’t going in my favor and I was angry with him. I wanted to know where he was, whom he was with, and
     what was more important than Caron. He said, “Yasmin, I have an important meeting tonight and tomorrow and I would prefer
     to get him next weekend.”
    “So some bitch means more to you than your son?”
    “I’m not going to do this with you.”
    “You have a court order to get your son every weekend. You are in violation.”
    “Where are you? I’ll come get him now.”
    “No, keep doing what you’re doing.”
    I hung up the phone. He needed to think about the effect this was going to have on Caron. All of a sudden, after the divorce,
     he wanted to switch up his weekends. I couldn’t wait to go back to court and tell them he didn’t deserve weekend visits. Cam
     could afford a nanny if he wanted to. He obviously was chasing some trick around town.
    I asked Caron, “Baby, do you still know Daddy’s garage code?”
    He nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”
    “OK, I have to get something out of his house. He said it’s OK for you to give it to me.”
    I pulled out of my parking space and sped over to Cam’s house. I knew he wasn’t home but I needed to know what he was up to,
     whom he was seeing, and when he was seeing her. In addition to his electronic calendar, Cam wrote everything down, and he
     organized receipts every day. I could track his whereabouts just by those. It sounded as if it would be a while before he
     came back.
    I pulled into the short driveway in the back of his house and Caron gave me the code. I told him to stay in the car and of
     course he had a million questions. I tried to open the door with the code that Caron had given me. The door wouldn’t open
     and the lights on the keypad kept blinking as if they were saying, “ Nope. Try again, bitch! ”
    I closed the keypad cover and banged frantically on the pad. It was my enemy at that moment, because it was the obstacle standing
     between Cam and me. Caron opened his door and asked, “That didn’t work, Mommy?”
    “Get back in the car, Caron.”
    I walked up onto the deck and tried the glass door. It was locked, so I tried the window over the kitchen sink. Bingo. I pushed the window up and prayed that Caron had been right about the security alarm code; otherwise I’d have to run out
     quickly. I climbed through the little window and felt like I broke my arm when I fell into the sink. I jumped up and ran downstairs
     to turn off the alarm, but quickly realized it hadn’t been set. Cam had obviously left in a rush.
    I went into his office looking for his receipt folder but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I didn’t find anything. I looked at
     the calendar on his desk and he had written DIVORCED in big red letters with an exclamation point on our court date. Was it