So my daughter's birthday party was Monday. She had a lot of fun...it was pure hell for me. Not only did I have to deal with my dumb ass mother in law, her asshole of a father decided he didn't feel the need to lift a finger to help with any of it. I mean damn, he could have at least mailed the damn invitations or something. What the hell...you can't do shit for your own daughter's birthday party?
But what pissed me off the most was how he came to her party yapping to people like he had actually done something. That's some BULLSHIT. I talked to him about his half assed parenting and he had the nerve to say "well, I babysit". You can't fucking babysit your own child! He said it like I was supposed to thank him or give him a damn cookie or something. What the L. Ron Hubbard fuck is that about? You don't deserve a damn award for doing the bare minimum...for doing exactly what you're supposed to do.
I don't give a shit about what's going on between us. That shouldn't have any effect on what he does with her. Keeping her at your house and sitting around doing nothing is not being a fucking father. Take her out and DO something. We went out to dinner today because I really needed to talk to him and get this shit off my chest. He's always using the excuse that he never had a father so he doesn't really know what to do...bullshit. He's had 6 years to learn from mine. Damn, suck it up dude.
I just have to wonder what happened to the man I fell in love with. The one who used to adore me and would have never betrayed me like he did. The one who used to put my towels in the dryer so they wouldn't be cold when I got out of the bathtub...what happened to that guy? Whatever, I shouldn't even care. He better get it together though. One thing I won't put up with is this half assed parenting shit. Either he's going to be there fully or not be there at all. Either take half the responsibility for everything that involves her, or sit on his ass and pretend he doesn't have a fucking daughter.
Needless to say dinner was um...eventful to say the least. I told him not to bother even thinking about me or her until he gets his shit together, then I walked out. I'm done with it for now...I refuse to stress myslef about it. That part-time shit doesn't work for me...it's all up to him now.
10:40 p.m. - 2004-05-05
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