Much better
Sometimes all it takes is a few days to realize life is good.
Part of what made me so angry and hateful was PMS–hormones. Mother nature is a cruel, cruel bitch some days.
The other part was ExAss1.
He has decided he wants to play ball again. Apparently a year of lawyers and judges and social workers wasn’t enough. APPARENTLY he is retarded. The first few days of realizing this I was pissed, angry and just wanted to punch someonething. Then, after a few calming breaths and conversations with mah peeps I realized that he is fucking with the wrong person. My son is my life, and I WILL talk to grasshopper while he is at his dad’s. I do not fucking care how much Super Fun Stuff you are doing. I provided MY son with a cell phone (for the last 3 fucking years, and until this last month, that was not a problem). I provided you with a means that it will not “mess up” your schedule. All I am asking for is a 30 second phone call every few days. THAT IS NOT ASKING TOO MUCH. I will not let this go.
My ex sent me an email Thursday telling me to:
*RELAX
*GET A HOBBY
*QUIT HARRASSING HIM
Yes. I can not make this shit up. He also told me I have too much time on my hands. WTF?
( I will give you a moment to let that sink in)
This is all over me wanting to talk to Grasshopper. Now he wants to control my fucking life. What a joke.
How does me talking to my son turn into him giving me advice?
After I read the exact statement he wrote to my attorney, she stuttered (totally out of character) and said W-W-W WHAT?
So, I come to you OH GREAT INTERNETS, do you have any advice on hobbys?
Preferably one that takes up lots-o-time.





