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I'm on vacation today (and yesterday and tomorrow). Yesterday I had to go school shopping for my son and get his haircut. Today I'm spending a gorgeous day waiting for my new refrigerator to be delivered (the old one refuses to freeze anything anymore). Tomorrow I get to take the dog to the vet.


My last vacation (3 days) consisted of going to the dentist for replacement fillings on 2 of the 3 days and rain the 3rd day.

When the fuck do I get to take vacation FOR ME?????? When do I get time off?

My stupid ass ex is supposed to take his son for two weeks in the summer, but does he? NO! Of course not. He works, you know...as if I don't. So I have to cover 10 weeks of summer vacation with my 2 weeks of vacation, and count on my parents to help out with the rest (couple days here and a couple days there). Even his sister took my son for a couple days because her shit-for-brains brother couldn't be bothered.

Dumb ass ex is also supposed to alternate school vacations (Easter break, Christmas, etc. with me). Does he? No...again, he has to "work".

I should have taken him for everything he had when I had the chance instead of doing the "right" thing and just requesting measly child support, which I could really do without. I'd rather he spend time with his son (more than the 36 hours TOPS every other week he graces him with) than give me a lousy couple of bucks.

My son worships the ground he walks on...hopefully someday he'll realize what a schmuck his father is. He even told me a few weeks ago that "maybe when I get older, I'll go live with dad for a year." I just about hit the roof. I told him, "Fine. I'm not going to take you school shopping...let your father do it. Enjoy your Kmart clothes. And when Christmas rolls around, I won't buy you anything, I'll just give you a $25 gift certificate to Toys R Us and send you on your merry way. Oh yeah, and don't forget, you can't buy video games with that money, because according to your father (and his shrew of a wife), video games are just a babysitter."

There's so many things I'd love to be doing right now...but I can't.

I thought I'd feel better after letting all this out, but I don't. I'm just tired of always being the responsible one and always coming last.

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Quote:Originally posted by sweet angelHe even told me a few weeks ago that \"maybe when I get older, I'll go live with dad for a year.\" I just about hit the roof. I told him, \"Fine. I'm not going to take you school shopping...let your father do it. Enjoy your Kmart clothes. And when Christmas rolls around, I won't buy you anything, I'll just give you a $25 gift certificate to Toys R Us and send you on your merry way. Oh yeah, and don't forget, you can't buy video games with that money, because according to your father (and his shrew of a wife), video games are just a babysitter.\"

I was with you till this paragraph. Thats not right sweet one, I hope you really didnt say that to him and you just thought. Im in the same situation but in reverse, shes the POS, and I feel your pain, but you cant punish the child for having normal feelings of a child going through what he is. As hard as it is for you, its 1000 times harder for him.




Quote:I'm just tired of always being the responsible one and always coming last.

Story of my life. First I raised my mom, now Im raising my own kids. I often ask, does it ever end?
Quote:I hope you really didnt say that to him and you just thought.
While I'd love to lie and say yes, I just thought it, the filter going from brain to mouth didn't have time to kick in and it just came pouring out of my mouth.


Quote:I often ask, does it ever end?
I'm glad someone understands.
Shouldn't have gotten knocked up.

-or-

Shouldn't have thought that this world would have benefitted from having your genes in the next generation's gene pool.

-or-

I pulled my fucking hamstring last night and it fucking kills. This, one week before I go on vacation where my wife will be expecting to get knocked up because

1) I am not miserable enough

2) I have the emotional capacity to deal with childen

3) I have too much time as it is

4) Any child I breed is guarenteed to be professional athlete material and will not be locked in a school lockers because he knows how to play chess

5) The white race is dying and we need to do our part produce white children

6) We can easily afford to have her stop working for 2-3 years

7) I have too many legos and need to learn to share my computer.
Quote:Shouldn't have gotten knocked up.
Nobody expects a marriage to end in divorce.


I was waiting for your cynical reply. I always assumed you had kids. For someone as miserable as you seem, why would you want to add kids to the mix?
Quote:Originally posted by sweet angel
Quote:I hope you really didnt say that to him and you just thought.
While I'd love to lie and say yes, I just thought it, the filter going from brain to mouth didn't have time to kick in and it just came pouring out of my mouth.


Quote:I often ask, does it ever end?
I'm glad someone understands.

Get that filter fixed. It will only hurt your boy in the future.
Yeah, I know. 99.9% of the time, I'm good, but sometimes I just lose it. I suppose that's part of being human.

On the plus side, my fridge is here!
thank you for reminding me why I will never get married or give birth.
Glad I could help.
Quote:Originally posted by Suzie
thank you for reminding me why I will never get married or give birth.



Thank God for birth control Smile
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