Ok, so this will be my bitch session.

This involves:
Robert - ex husband
Thomas - son (Not Roberts Son)
Me

I just got a phone call. My son, who was stopped on Friday night for not having tail lights, brake lights, a license plate light and updated insurance card, just called me. He is having issues. You see, Robert, offered to help him fix the tail lights so he would not get a ticket. ( The cop let him go with out a ticket due to the econimic hard times, nice cop!)

So my son, gladly took him up on the offer. They worked all day Sunday on it. Got it all wired and the thing shorted out again. So Robert went to the autoparts store. Bought new tail lights. I specifically asked him if they would attach directly to the brake pedal and to the head lights so Son would not have to fuse with yet another switch. Robert said yes.

Well low and behold, Son calls. Robert had bought lights that had to be drilled into the bumper and did not take into consideration how Son would feel about this. Robert just went a head and drilled holes in the bumper to attach the lights. This is not what I was told would be done.

My son is mad, I am mad, Robert is mad.

Robert is mad because he just spent $60 on fixing the damn things.
Son is mad cause now he has holes in his bumper.
I am mad because neither of them talk to each other.

I asked Son, where were you when this was happening? he was in his room watching a movie. But he says, he kept an eye out for Robert so he could help and he never saw Robert.

Robert, did you go to Sons room and ask for help? No. Because he didn't want to .

You see it is shit like this that drives me nuts.