My ex-husband and his wife with her fake boobs and her fake personality, and their spawn came to Thanksgiving. As did my mother, who I haven't seen or spoken to in four years, and my oldest son who I haven't seen or spoken to in eight years.
Needless to say, we're lucky the headlines today don't read "Woman cubs ex-husband's balls off, and then stabs him to death with a fork."
I mean the only reason my ex-husband came was--not to spend time with his grandkids. Oh no. It was so our oldest son and his wife could ask my mom for money. Because the bimbo wouldn't let him loan our son money. And of course he had the FUCKING AUDACITY to say that it's only fair my mother give our son money, when his parents gave me money. Especially when he didn't pay a goddamn penny in child support. He could buy the younger model he traded in for fake tits, but he couldn't help put food on the goddamn table.
And of course the bimbo also had to flaunt how perfect and in shape she is. Like she always does. Telling me I should join a gym. I'm probably a tad underweight, so she can shut the fuck up about joining a fucking gym. I look fucking fantastic for my age.
Really glad they won't be coming for Christmas. Now that they've got what they want, I suppose it'll be another 8 years before I see my oldest son again. Or at least whenever the next time he and his wife want money, and my mom happens to come around.
Needless to say, we're lucky the headlines today don't read "Woman cubs ex-husband's balls off, and then stabs him to death with a fork."
I mean the only reason my ex-husband came was--not to spend time with his grandkids. Oh no. It was so our oldest son and his wife could ask my mom for money. Because the bimbo wouldn't let him loan our son money. And of course he had the FUCKING AUDACITY to say that it's only fair my mother give our son money, when his parents gave me money. Especially when he didn't pay a goddamn penny in child support. He could buy the younger model he traded in for fake tits, but he couldn't help put food on the goddamn table.
And of course the bimbo also had to flaunt how perfect and in shape she is. Like she always does. Telling me I should join a gym. I'm probably a tad underweight, so she can shut the fuck up about joining a fucking gym. I look fucking fantastic for my age.
Really glad they won't be coming for Christmas. Now that they've got what they want, I suppose it'll be another 8 years before I see my oldest son again. Or at least whenever the next time he and his wife want money, and my mom happens to come around.
