I give up!

My daughter has pneumonia and just when I think she is getting over it, something else happens. It is Jack’s weekend to have our daughter and I get a call saying that she is being taken to urgent care. WTF?!?!

Me- What urgent care?

Him- I don’t know. WTF what do you mean you don’t know?

Me- I want to know the urgent care that she is going to so I can be there.

Him- I have no idea, probably the one by my house. Well you fucking moron, just because your wife is on the insurance doesn’t mean she has the authority to provide medical care to MY daughter.

Me- What the fuck, when were you going to tell me?

Him- You are lucky I even told you. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?! I am fucking lucky? I could have waited until after she was done with urgent care.

Me- Ummmm actually, you can’t wait until AFTER you are done with urgent care, douchykins. Court says you are to inform me prior to going to the doctors. Second, I AM THE MOTHER, not your lame ass wife.

Him- Good for you that you are the mom. WOW you are a fucking moron. No wonder EVERYONE except your stupid wife and mother think you are a joke.

I hang up on him and try calling Witless. I get her voicemail and decided to text her. She apparently left me a message while I was on the phone with Jack. When I told her that she cannot authorize medical to my daughter because she is not the mother, she got offended. Bitch, why the fuck or you offended. It isn’t some fucking secret that you are not her mother. Just because you are the step mom doesn’t mean you have the same rights as me. You have no fucking rights. That is right, NO FUCKING RIGHTS.

Whatever, I decided to be the better person and tell her that if needed anything to call me. I am going to jump in the shower and meet her up there. During that time, I listen to her voicemail. She informs me that I can meet her at the urgent care. CAN?!!?!? Hahahah I am glad I got your consent.

Instead of starting drama, I suck it up. Fuck, I am just thankful that they are actually looking out for her for once. My daughter is seen by the doctor before I can even leave the house. She has strep. Great. Third time in the past 2 months.

I ask if I need to come get her.  Of course, they don’t want her to infect the girls. Awesome, I get that you don’t to infect your baby and his other daughter, but if my daughter was your child, what would you do? So he only wants to care for her when she is not sick? Wow… that is awesome. I really loved it when she informed me that they would take her back when she was no longer contagious. Hahahahahah are you for real? How did I get so lucky to be blessed with such great people. They will take her back when she is no longer contagious. Nice.

Of course, she asked if I can meet her. Sure, I will meet you, but he needs to come wherever I am if he wants her back. She says, “we will definitely do that. That is what the papers say!” No fucking shit? The papers say that he is supposed to pick her up from me? No shit? Thank you Judge Judy. It looks like working at that fish house has really paid off. I am glad you are here to interpret what the court papers say.

Finally, I go and pick her up and the bitch has the nerve to ask if I want her doctors number. Why do I want your doctor’s number?

Her- Well my doctor is really good.

Me- Yeah, her doctor is really good too, but you would never know that because she never gets to see her because your loser husband refuses to pay for his portion of the medical bills.

Her- Well, I am just telling you.

Me- yeah, and I am just telling you.

Of course, that stops all conversation between us and I become the bad guy. Go figure. However, she does try to tell me how to alternate the Motrin and Tylenol. Yeah, thanks, I am sure I was the one that told you about that LAST WEEK.

Finally, Jack comes out and wants to make small talk. Yeah, well go fuck yourself, douche.

Why, why must I deal with such incompetence?