Q: Why Can't My Ex Be Circumcised?
A: Because there's just no end to that prick.
Apparently his lucid state has a very short shelf life. He's back to his douchebag self. That only took a few days. I think that's a record. I've noticed his demeanor gradually souring since Sunday night. Last night it came to a head with 3 separate emails: the first griping about the money I "owe" him ($30 for a prescription refil and $50 for the trike he bought our son for his 2nd birthday that I "stole" from his house 6 fucking months ago that was only an issue as of a couple of weeks ago). The second saying "I thought you were going to call me about the plans for tomorrow night but since you're not, I guess you're not coming." The third confirming "I guess you're not coming then. Fine with me."
I emailed him this morning telling him we've been discussing the plans for this evening for a solid fucking week. That I didn't see a point in calling him last night specifically to discuss it because the only items up for grabs were specific times. I told him Ben and I would arrive around 7 pm and thought we'd take El Nino to the park or something. He emailed me back, first getting pissy because I "didn't check with him first if this was okay" and then saying he didn't think it was a good idea for me to take El Nino from the house that late in the evening. What the fuck? There was another email to me again badgering me for the money I "owe" him. I called him on his home and cell phones and left messages and he has chosen not to return the calls.
Fine, motherfucker.
Tonight Ben and I will arrive at his house at 7:00 pm. If he refuses to let us see El Nino, or if he chooses simply to not answer the door, I will call the fucking police and tell them my asshole of an ex has refused to return my son to me. Then I will file a protective order and injunction against said asshole ex tomorrow, and he can wait to see his son until he has a court order saying he's allowed to. I'm not putting up with this horseshit any longer.
I know what this comes from. He's not getting any cash from his stepmom, most likely. Meaning he's now running scared again and thinking he can get what he wants from me by bullying me. Not gonna happen, fuckstain. My days of kowtowing to you are fucking over.
Actually...I will probably not call the cops tonight. That would create a lot more drama and be more detrimental to my son than I care for. I will bide my time and file the protective order and injunction tomorrow. Either way, that fucker will learn that he has screwed with me for the last goddamn time.
Apparently his lucid state has a very short shelf life. He's back to his douchebag self. That only took a few days. I think that's a record. I've noticed his demeanor gradually souring since Sunday night. Last night it came to a head with 3 separate emails: the first griping about the money I "owe" him ($30 for a prescription refil and $50 for the trike he bought our son for his 2nd birthday that I "stole" from his house 6 fucking months ago that was only an issue as of a couple of weeks ago). The second saying "I thought you were going to call me about the plans for tomorrow night but since you're not, I guess you're not coming." The third confirming "I guess you're not coming then. Fine with me."
I emailed him this morning telling him we've been discussing the plans for this evening for a solid fucking week. That I didn't see a point in calling him last night specifically to discuss it because the only items up for grabs were specific times. I told him Ben and I would arrive around 7 pm and thought we'd take El Nino to the park or something. He emailed me back, first getting pissy because I "didn't check with him first if this was okay" and then saying he didn't think it was a good idea for me to take El Nino from the house that late in the evening. What the fuck? There was another email to me again badgering me for the money I "owe" him. I called him on his home and cell phones and left messages and he has chosen not to return the calls.
Fine, motherfucker.
Tonight Ben and I will arrive at his house at 7:00 pm. If he refuses to let us see El Nino, or if he chooses simply to not answer the door, I will call the fucking police and tell them my asshole of an ex has refused to return my son to me. Then I will file a protective order and injunction against said asshole ex tomorrow, and he can wait to see his son until he has a court order saying he's allowed to. I'm not putting up with this horseshit any longer.
I know what this comes from. He's not getting any cash from his stepmom, most likely. Meaning he's now running scared again and thinking he can get what he wants from me by bullying me. Not gonna happen, fuckstain. My days of kowtowing to you are fucking over.
Actually...I will probably not call the cops tonight. That would create a lot more drama and be more detrimental to my son than I care for. I will bide my time and file the protective order and injunction tomorrow. Either way, that fucker will learn that he has screwed with me for the last goddamn time.
It should be a very interesting night, to say the very least.
posted by Mitzi Green at 12:51 PM
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