r came over this morning at 11.00 to see the kids. i asked him if he had to leave at 1.00 so he could be at work by 2.00. "yes." he took p. declined to take 'renzo. he left at 1.10. i told him to have a good night at work. "ok."
he called me 5 minutes ago to say hi to parker. she didn't want to talk. it was quiet (for a bar), i asked him if he was at work. "no." oh, you took the night off? "yeah."
super dad? my cellulited (is that a word?) ass. he's going to die if he doesn't see his kids more? right. has he no interest in his kids except when they can make him look good to his girlfriend? what is the point of lying to me anymore? why? i never thought i could feel so little tenderness for him. dear god my children have half his genes. fuck that.
thank you and sorry. i think i may have just channeled my grandmother who taught me how to swear. hi grandma! *waves*
he called me 5 minutes ago to say hi to parker. she didn't want to talk. it was quiet (for a bar), i asked him if he was at work. "no." oh, you took the night off? "yeah."
super dad? my cellulited (is that a word?) ass. he's going to die if he doesn't see his kids more? right. has he no interest in his kids except when they can make him look good to his girlfriend? what is the point of lying to me anymore? why? i never thought i could feel so little tenderness for him. dear god my children have half his genes. fuck that.
thank you and sorry. i think i may have just channeled my grandmother who taught me how to swear. hi grandma! *waves*