"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.
