happy mudders day to me. (in both senses of the word)

and since this is a day to cherish and give praise to what wonderful women we are, it only seems right to also acknowledge what assholes men are. not every man. just every man ive ever had. upfront, i take full responsibility for having chosen these men. however if i would have known he was a selfish, heartless bastard before the wedding, it may have altered history a bit. and by altered, i mean, improved. ok, so lets review. constant adultry. CHECK. relentlessly demeaning. CHECK. financial disaster. CHECK. irresponsible. CHECK CHECK. in conclusion, TOTAL WASTE OF FUCKING TIME. and really darling exhusband of mine, its mothers day for god sakes. can you try and turn down the nasty just a little just.this.once. because morally and logically you are a fool. how dare you point your underage-girls-pussy-stank fingers at me. i take care of both of my kids, alone. and theres only one of me. and im willing to bet it takes the both of you 10 minutes to figure out which end of the baby the diaper goes on. now thats fucking teamwork. how much money i do or dont make is none of youre concern. my children eat, even if i cant. my children have clothes on their backs, even if not namebrand. and my children have a roof over their head, even if its not a palace like the one your whore has. i mean, if i took off all my clothes all day and gave head on the side, i could be rich too. but id rather be poor with dignity. thanks anyways fuckwad. no, youd rather let your very pregant wife work 2 jobs while you sit at home and give fuck lessons to a bunch of girls who cant make up their minds about which prom dress will look best on the floor next to your wifes dresser. oh wait, thats right, you had a great job. but since that meant youd have to pay the child support youve decided not to pay, you opted to no longer be employed there. grow some balls, stick up for yourself. they are your kids. im not asking anyone else to take care of them. its not their job. its ours. you included. when it gets tough, or they dont 'fit into your schedule', then do what every other parent does. you fucking improvise. make it work. period. you ran out of 'get out of jail free' cards a longass time ago. im tired of being the only involved parent. tired of having to sort through your mess and clean up after you. no more giving up and saying 'i quit'. 'i quit' means 'i wont cause im a pussy'. and if you wont, well then get the hell out of the way. quite frankly, having you around it like having an easy-bake oven. its cute, and its fun to use, but it just doesnt get the job done.