“Forgive. Sounds good.
Forget. I’m not sure I could.
They say time heals everything. But I’m still waiting.”
Yo, Fucktard:
I really don’t know what else to say to you anymore. Your “woe is me” routine is beyond tiring. Poor Dee had a shitty childhood. Poor Dee had to sit alone in the cafeteria. Poor Dee’s wife was a bitch. Man the fuck up already and stop being such a fucking whiney assed bitch. Newsflash – a lot of other people have it much worse, and have had it, much worse than you. Stop blaming society for your faults. Imagine this - sometimes owning a mistake is the right thing to do.
I’m tired of being verbally battered by you because your girlfriend isn’t blowing you. And a special shout out to her – if ANY man called me “stupid” he wouldn’t have balls anymore. But then again, maybe he’s on to something there. I can assure you though, that man you’re waking up beside would have never, ever, disrespected me like that. If he had, he would be sleeping with the dogs. Although, sleeping with the dogs might be an improvement over sharing a bed with you - so nevermind. Just keep your lovers’ quarrels away from my kids.
And back to you Fucktard. How about not asking my friends to tag you in my pictures on facebook? You don’t need to be nosey, it serves you no purpose. Just rest assured that I’m much happier without you in those pics. I can also promise you that you won’t find any juicy “what’s amy up to” in said pics. If you want the sordid details you won’t find them on a public website. But you can bet your blonde, happy ass, that I’m having a ball. Without you.
Much love to you and the “stupid” cunthole,
Me
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
365 days without you.
“'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind
From the day we met till you were making me cry
And it's just too bad you've already had the best days
The best days of your life”
I hit the big milestone this week – one year separated. And wow, what a year it has been. I’ve learned a few lessons along my new journey and am grateful for each and every one.
-No matter how “done” you think you are, he will always find something else to make you cry about.
-You’ve never known how powerful the love of family and friends is until you’ve been thrown into hell.
-Kids are much stronger than we give them credit for. And their bluntness and honesty can sometimes be a great kick in the ass.
-Loneliness sucks. But it’s a hell of a lot better than crazy.
-Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, because some fucker is bound to wipe his nose on it.
-Chlorine and girls can make for amazing therapy.
-Dove chocolate can be a best friend.
-Riesling can too.
-You would be surprised at the number of people – men and women – who are in your same shoes. It’s how you walk in them that will determine if you wind up with blisters at the end of your path.
-No matter how many times you say to yourself “you can do this”, there are times that crawling up into a ball and sobbing is the only way you can.
-Attorneys are fucking expensive. (Well duh Amy)
-You can’t fix stupid. But you sure can make him sweat in a courtroom.
-Mediation blows. Hard. Whoever thought that it should be mandatory ought to have to sit beside of a rabid pit bull and try to figure out a parenting agreement.
-The desire to kick him in the balls never goes away.
-Sitting in a parenting class beside a slew of “baby daddies” can actually be quite entertaining.
-Sometimes your brother does know best. But don’t tell him that.
-The anger, hurt, rage, disappointment and grief never go away completely. But their red headed step siblings - happiness, love, understanding and forgiveness do show up to the party more and more frequently.
From the day we met till you were making me cry
And it's just too bad you've already had the best days
The best days of your life”
I hit the big milestone this week – one year separated. And wow, what a year it has been. I’ve learned a few lessons along my new journey and am grateful for each and every one.
-No matter how “done” you think you are, he will always find something else to make you cry about.
-You’ve never known how powerful the love of family and friends is until you’ve been thrown into hell.
-Kids are much stronger than we give them credit for. And their bluntness and honesty can sometimes be a great kick in the ass.
-Loneliness sucks. But it’s a hell of a lot better than crazy.
-Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, because some fucker is bound to wipe his nose on it.
-Chlorine and girls can make for amazing therapy.
-Dove chocolate can be a best friend.
-Riesling can too.
-You would be surprised at the number of people – men and women – who are in your same shoes. It’s how you walk in them that will determine if you wind up with blisters at the end of your path.
-No matter how many times you say to yourself “you can do this”, there are times that crawling up into a ball and sobbing is the only way you can.
-Attorneys are fucking expensive. (Well duh Amy)
-You can’t fix stupid. But you sure can make him sweat in a courtroom.
-Mediation blows. Hard. Whoever thought that it should be mandatory ought to have to sit beside of a rabid pit bull and try to figure out a parenting agreement.
-The desire to kick him in the balls never goes away.
-Sitting in a parenting class beside a slew of “baby daddies” can actually be quite entertaining.
-Sometimes your brother does know best. But don’t tell him that.
-The anger, hurt, rage, disappointment and grief never go away completely. But their red headed step siblings - happiness, love, understanding and forgiveness do show up to the party more and more frequently.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
What?
"But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man”
I apparently took a very long break away from my blogging – I apologize to my sanity for that. Brief catch up for those not within screaming distance of me and haven’t heard the latest…June 2 is the day I will file for the big D. For some insane reason, the asshole thinks we separated in July, but I’ll kick start his memory with a packet of papers for him to sign in JUNE.
Let’s see…since December, I’ve moved all my stuff out of the house, with the help of the Cornelius PD and “she” has moved in with him. His significant other, otherwise known as cunthole, had an unfortunate incident where all of her tires got slashed…I called it karma, he called the police. Once again the nice officers from the Cornelius PD got to know me. And, unfortunately for Mr and Ms Jones (yes, that is her last name) I had been in court that day, and had no reason to be in their neck of the woods. Karma is a bitch…and apparently she’s fond of Goodyear.
We’re locked in a custody battle right now. We have to go for our mandated mediation next week – should be a blast – so not looking forward to being alone with just him and a social worker in a room. My babies’ daddy thought that since I landed a job he was going to be getting off lighter with child support and was quite the pest towards me in calling my attorney and getting it resolved. My attorney returned my email with great news of her own – not only won’t he be getting a reprieve, but he’ll be paying almost $300 more a month. I chuckled.
Ok, I laughed pretty fucking hard.
He seems to think his child support is somehow affording me a lavish lifestyle. I guess he can’t remember that kids need to eat, be clothed, see, bathe…you know, all that stuff that kind of costs money. Wait a minute – I forgot. Neither of our kids are driving…they really don’t need to see. For those of you that missed that fun little exchange, that was his reasoning that Avery didn’t need glasses.
See, complete fucktard.
And now on to the rest of those of you that carry a Y chromosome. How about growing some balls and stop being such pussies. I swear to god my 3 year old boy has more nerve than most of you. Stop reading my Facebook if you’re gonna get jealous of a friend that I’ve known half my damned life and is gay. Seriously. Stop acting like a damned child, and be a fucking man.
Peace out.
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man”
I apparently took a very long break away from my blogging – I apologize to my sanity for that. Brief catch up for those not within screaming distance of me and haven’t heard the latest…June 2 is the day I will file for the big D. For some insane reason, the asshole thinks we separated in July, but I’ll kick start his memory with a packet of papers for him to sign in JUNE.
Let’s see…since December, I’ve moved all my stuff out of the house, with the help of the Cornelius PD and “she” has moved in with him. His significant other, otherwise known as cunthole, had an unfortunate incident where all of her tires got slashed…I called it karma, he called the police. Once again the nice officers from the Cornelius PD got to know me. And, unfortunately for Mr and Ms Jones (yes, that is her last name) I had been in court that day, and had no reason to be in their neck of the woods. Karma is a bitch…and apparently she’s fond of Goodyear.
We’re locked in a custody battle right now. We have to go for our mandated mediation next week – should be a blast – so not looking forward to being alone with just him and a social worker in a room. My babies’ daddy thought that since I landed a job he was going to be getting off lighter with child support and was quite the pest towards me in calling my attorney and getting it resolved. My attorney returned my email with great news of her own – not only won’t he be getting a reprieve, but he’ll be paying almost $300 more a month. I chuckled.
Ok, I laughed pretty fucking hard.
He seems to think his child support is somehow affording me a lavish lifestyle. I guess he can’t remember that kids need to eat, be clothed, see, bathe…you know, all that stuff that kind of costs money. Wait a minute – I forgot. Neither of our kids are driving…they really don’t need to see. For those of you that missed that fun little exchange, that was his reasoning that Avery didn’t need glasses.
See, complete fucktard.
And now on to the rest of those of you that carry a Y chromosome. How about growing some balls and stop being such pussies. I swear to god my 3 year old boy has more nerve than most of you. Stop reading my Facebook if you’re gonna get jealous of a friend that I’ve known half my damned life and is gay. Seriously. Stop acting like a damned child, and be a fucking man.
Peace out.
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