when you call me and say in your quiet scary voice "i need to talk to you about something, do you have a minute to chat?" it doesn't scare me any more. because you've done it a bajillion times since you left and you never follow through. and by the way are you a druggie or just in so deep that you act like one? baby, i know that crack kills (and not in a good way) but that is no excuse to be a deadbeat. and remember way back when - when i called you a fair-weather father? you've crossed into that other realm now. you're pathetic. you don't take care of your responsibilities. your lack of concern for where the food/clothes/shelter that your children (and i, frankly) need comes from is appalling and shameful. we have so many people loving and supporting us and it seems, you don't even have your self anymore.
and that was stupid of you to try and bribe me with groceries yesterday and then renege when i said yes, but i want groceries AND money cause baby i can't pay the bills with a couple of gallons of milk and some tide. do you just like fucking with me? do you think i'm so pathetic as to feel connected to you because you deign to help me out with food every three months? does that make you feel like a man? or is miss bk just the squeaky wheel with her $2k hair extentions and her apparent need for long-stem roses and red wine? you are an embarrasment to your family. even our therapist and mediator thinks you are a piece of work. these are people we're paying to be fair and moderate and impartial. but your boundless idocy has ceased to amaze us (all 100,000 of us!)
and that was stupid of you to try and bribe me with groceries yesterday and then renege when i said yes, but i want groceries AND money cause baby i can't pay the bills with a couple of gallons of milk and some tide. do you just like fucking with me? do you think i'm so pathetic as to feel connected to you because you deign to help me out with food every three months? does that make you feel like a man? or is miss bk just the squeaky wheel with her $2k hair extentions and her apparent need for long-stem roses and red wine? you are an embarrasment to your family. even our therapist and mediator thinks you are a piece of work. these are people we're paying to be fair and moderate and impartial. but your boundless idocy has ceased to amaze us (all 100,000 of us!)