DD's dad never calls and DS' dad calls 2x last week!
Both are fucking assholes and if they both went away, I wouldn't fucking care less. I swear. How can you show this little of interest in your kids' lives?
DD's Dad:
LOSER to the Nth Degree. The guy had what, 7 years clean and sober and is now probably stung the fuck out on Meth. She tells him she got staples in her head and has anyone from that side of the family called to ask about her head injury since the day it happened? NOT ONE! Losers! All of them.
I asked her the other day if she was okay about her Dad because last month she was really upset about him and she said "What dad!" and had this shit eating grin on her face. I said "oh, I guess that answers that question!" and we laughed and changed the subject.
DS' Dad:
He called a week or so ago asking to see (son). I told him no! That we got to court soon and that it will all be made up. Of course he has to pay for that to happen, but the time will be made available if he so chooses to do that! He tells me he's at a father's conference.
Oh Brother! I can see it now! "look at my certificate Judge! I went to a volunteer Daddy Conference! Aren't I fucking special!?"
I mean, that's great. Bravo. Really. Anything to be a better parent, Bravo. But how about starting here......how about a phone call at least every other day. How about calling and asking if he needs anything. How about just dropping off a $10 gift card to any store. How about calling and asking what he did at school? How about just asking about him. He calls like Friday Nights and that's it. Last conversation was Saturday and its what...Tuesday? no calls since then.
When my kids were living with my mom, I called them every single day. I saw them as much as I could. I live with them now and even when they spend the night away, I call to say hi! I'm intersted and involved. Even when I couldn't be involved, I tried to be as much as I could.
I am starting to regret so much of my life. Sex at 13 or 14? Fuck that is young! No college, working right out of high school. Relationships with older men. Drugs! My god. Children with men that couldn't even take care of themselves? What the fuck was I thinking?
Well remember this....while they may not be capable of supporting themselves or anyone else. I am and I have and I will. I WILL!
Sure, it's hard but life IS hard. MY LIFE IS HARD and even when I'm depressed, I can still laugh. I just have to do a few things, daily. Take care of myself. Laugh. And do the next right thing!
Ya know, life really is good!
DD's Dad:
LOSER to the Nth Degree. The guy had what, 7 years clean and sober and is now probably stung the fuck out on Meth. She tells him she got staples in her head and has anyone from that side of the family called to ask about her head injury since the day it happened? NOT ONE! Losers! All of them.
I asked her the other day if she was okay about her Dad because last month she was really upset about him and she said "What dad!" and had this shit eating grin on her face. I said "oh, I guess that answers that question!" and we laughed and changed the subject.
DS' Dad:
He called a week or so ago asking to see (son). I told him no! That we got to court soon and that it will all be made up. Of course he has to pay for that to happen, but the time will be made available if he so chooses to do that! He tells me he's at a father's conference.
Oh Brother! I can see it now! "look at my certificate Judge! I went to a volunteer Daddy Conference! Aren't I fucking special!?"
I mean, that's great. Bravo. Really. Anything to be a better parent, Bravo. But how about starting here......how about a phone call at least every other day. How about calling and asking if he needs anything. How about just dropping off a $10 gift card to any store. How about calling and asking what he did at school? How about just asking about him. He calls like Friday Nights and that's it. Last conversation was Saturday and its what...Tuesday? no calls since then.
When my kids were living with my mom, I called them every single day. I saw them as much as I could. I live with them now and even when they spend the night away, I call to say hi! I'm intersted and involved. Even when I couldn't be involved, I tried to be as much as I could.
I am starting to regret so much of my life. Sex at 13 or 14? Fuck that is young! No college, working right out of high school. Relationships with older men. Drugs! My god. Children with men that couldn't even take care of themselves? What the fuck was I thinking?
Well remember this....while they may not be capable of supporting themselves or anyone else. I am and I have and I will. I WILL!
Sure, it's hard but life IS hard. MY LIFE IS HARD and even when I'm depressed, I can still laugh. I just have to do a few things, daily. Take care of myself. Laugh. And do the next right thing!
Ya know, life really is good!
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