The fuckwad father of my kids…
November 29, 2008So many of my friends are tired of listening to my rants about my exhusband…the fuckwad father of my two oldest kids.
Life with him was misery from Day 1-and I am sure I will get to many of those sordid details eventually.
July-I take Savannah to our hometown, where he still lives, to visit my family for a fourth of july shindig at the mudding pits (yes, you heard me, muddin’ pit-people who pay to take their trucks and four wheelers round and round in circles in waist deep piles of brown mud). try it. its fun!
anyway, so fuckwad sees Sav and AJ all of 2 days that weekend, but she wants to stay and visit…so he tells me he can’t bring her all the way home so I have to meet him halfway-176 miles is halway. I can’t because my car is in the shop and I have to take off work with nothing to drive all week…so, he says I will have to pay him 100 bucks to bring her home…after I had taken her all the way there, not only over the fourth, but also at Easter. FUCKWAD. But, I paid, because she wanted to stay and see friends and I needed a break.
She calls him a month ago and asks if he can come and get her for Thanksgiving and he says No because he only gets three days off work. So, he can’t spend one day coming to get her and one day bringing her home, So i said i would meet him halfway. Fucker decides to take call over the holiday so he can get overtime, which means he can’t come get her. So, his parents meet me to take her and AJ to their house for Thanksgiving so they can see their cousins and friends. He sees them 1 day for about 8 hours. Then, his parents bring them all the way home. His mom told me because I always bring them home 4 times per year, they can bring them back to me on occasion.
I don’t know how i found such a loser, mostly because my self esteem was so bad as a teenager, and I fell so in love with him. He started hitting me within a month after we married, kicked me in the stomach when i was pregnant with AJ, cheated on me with a 15 year old girl, cheated on me again when i was pregnant with sav., didn’t pay child support for 4 years until i had him arrested but the worst thing this son of a bitch fuckwad has done is not care about seeing his kids, not coming to see them, not seeing any baseball or basketball games. How on earth are there men out there that can be such pieces of shit.
As you can tell, I am still not over the hatred I feel for him. Everytime I try to give him a break he helps me realize, once again, that he is a fuckwad.
My poor kids.
Summary-my poor kids. As much as I hate their dad, it will never equal the amount they love him, and will always love him, because he is their dad.
I’m pissed because-I wasted 14 years of my life with a man who isn’t worth the gum on the bottom of my shoes.
This month I am dong the blog a day thing, and the topic is thanks. So, each day I will write a thank you to God at the end of each post.
Thank you god for giving me the nerve and courage to leave fuckwad and move 300 miles away to start my new life.
About two or three times a day something makes me think of something crappy Jeff or Charles did or said to me. I’m TIRED of reliving the bad stuff over and over again. So the other night I thought I would try to think of good things they said to me or did for me. There MUST have been some good things – why else would I have been with them? It’s pretty sad, but I realized there’s about .01 good things for each 10 bad things said or done. However, there were some…
~me complaining about my saggy boobs, Jeff would say, “I love your boobs because they are attatched to you.”
~Charles believing in me to be able to start my own business
~Both of them saying I’m a great cook (never really get tired of hearing this)
Something I really luck out on I guess is that I have no children with them who are mistreated. Experiencing neglect/abuse through your kids must be one of the worst kinds of pain.