Empty Arms
It was a rough weekend. I was feeling pretty blue to begin with--grieving the loss of my little family which has shattered to pieces, leaving just me and my son under one roof. Dunno what precipitated that pity party, but it was going on since Thursday. Friday, Son's father didn't call, text, or come to pick him up. Son was not inclined to make the effort either. I guess he figures that if his father wants him, he'd initiate. Saturday morning was particularly rough because Son had Saturday School---kind of like detention on Saturday, for being tardy to class after PE. Moving fast is not his strong suit ever. Plus, he doesn't wake up and get going easily either. Basically, Saturday was filled with Son's fussing, homework, tears, slamming of doors,and lot's of I-hate-you's. Yeah, pretty miserable all the way around. I think maybe it was a reaction to how he feels about what's happening with his dad. OR not happening. It culminated in Son sobbing in hi
I'll guess.
ReplyDelete"I don't have the money for your child support. Not sure when I will.
That translated means.... (I don't give a dam about you or the kids and how you pay the bills. I DID find the money to go to Chicago for some fun with my new gal, but that has nothing to do with this. I will find the money to go away on an expensive honeymoon and then probably live overseas for awhile. Learn how to live without they money I owe you and while you are at it, be a doll and pay off my student loans."
That close to what he said? Hope not.
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Oh man, you totally nailed it. Funny how you read my mind with all that translation too. Was hopin it was just me. durn.
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