Joint birthday parties are for losers

Last year, we had a joint birthday party and I hated it. The only reason why I did it was because Whoreen does them. I don’t care for them.

Jack- What do you want to do for our daughter’s birthday party this year?

Me- I don’t know. Probably have our own thing.

Jack- you don’t want to combine?

Me- Nah

Jack- Well I was thinking a bounce place

Me- You are filing bankruptcy and can’t pay child support but you can drop a few hundred for a four year old?

Jack- Well it’s her birthday

Me- Nice to see you care.

Jack- I have to talk to witless about all this

Me- Save your time. I don’t want joint. I rather have my dad and the rest of my family and friends there than you and yours.

It looked like I hurt his feelings.

Jack- You know you want to see me all the time

Me- No, actually, I don’t. If we could have a mutal party to do all the exchanging of our daughter, I would so I never have to deal with you.

Hahahah his look was priceless. Like a hurt little puppy.

Me- Okay. Cool. Separate parties it is.

I’m not playing your games

Of course Jack is pissed off at the world because I don’t want to switch schedules during the summer.

Why should I? He doesn’t help me out when I need it or work with me. Last Friday, I inform Jack that I will be at a restaurant at 4pm.

Jack- Wait what?

Jack- Hello?

Me- I will be at such and such at 4pm.

Jack- You will be at the gym or you can bring her to my house.

Hahah wtf?!? Those are my two options? Are you kidding me? I guess he doesn’t remember the last time he demanded something.

Me- haha is the a demand?

Me- I will be at the restaurant at 4pm so If you would like to meet elsewhere, that would be great.

Right now, I am trying sooooo hard to be nice. It doesn’t last very long.

Jack- Yes, that was a demand. I am not playing these games. Meet me at Whoreen’s at 3:40pm.

Games? What games am I playing? If going by the court papers mean I am playing games, then yes, yes, I am playing games.

Me- I don’t have to meet you at Whoreen’s and I don’t play games.

Jack- You do what you want. If I am at the gym and you are not and she is not at my house, I am calling the cops. I am so sick of your bullshit.

Jack- I  will be at the gym at 4:15

Wow. Simply amazing.

Me- Court papers say 3pm. If you can’t get her at 3 then it is your responsibility to make other arrangements. I am sick of your bullshit.

Jack- We have made different arrangements because of work that has been agreed upon.

Me- First of all, let’s get one thing straight. Nothing has been agreed upon. I have been nice keeping my schedule open from 3-6pm EVERY FRIDAY because, you my friend, never pick her up at the same time. Then when you do pick her up, it is between 5-6pm. So excuse me when I thought I could enjoy a family dinner while my sister was in town before you picked her up.

Me- If you so desperately need her, you can be at the gym at 3:30. If not, you can figure out how to get her from me. I am tired of thinking you can wait until the last minute to tell me when you can make it.

Jack- Like I said, I will be there at 4:15. If not, You know I will call.

Me-Well do what you have to. (seems to be the theme of the convos lately.)

Jack- It’s the same time every week. I will see if I can leave work to get there.

Me- No, it’s not the same time every week. It’s a different time EVERY week and I have the phone records to prove it.

Jack- I will be there at 3:30

That’s right you will be there at 3:30, you moron. Don’t threaten me with the cops. Doesn’t work. If you want to be a little bitch and call, fucking do it.

Me-Okay. See you then. Going forward strictly court papers.

Jack- I can’t get off that early every Friday.

Jack- I don’t think you understand how far I have to drive on Friday and in as short span of time. If you had to do the same, trust me, it would be out of the question for you too.

Booo fucking hooo. That’s what you get for having multiple babies with different women.

Me- If it was a family function, I would have worked with you and I never said you had to pick her up from where I was at. I asked if we could meet somewhere else but I can see you aren’t willing to work with me so court papers only so there is no more confusion.

Jack- Starting next week, we meet at the gym on Thursday.

Me- Thurs-Fri at 9am and the other week Fri-Mon at 9am. No later.

Jack- I think it is Thurs-Sat.

Me- Negative buckaroo. It’s Thurs-Fri morning.

Jack-We both know that I get her more.

Me-Well you don’t and I am not discussing it anymore. It’s Thurs-Fri morning. Period.

I meet Jack at the gym and tell him Monday at 9am

Jack- Okay

Me- Thursday 3pm

Jack- Witless will have to get her.

Me- ahhh that sucks. Court papers don’t say I have to deal with her.

Jack- Well that’s the only way I can get her at that time.

Me- Shitty

Jack- If you want me to not have a job and pay you child support, I can get her.

Me- Hahahah

Jack- What is so funny?

Me- Well it’s not like I get child support now so it doesn’t really matter if you have a job or not. So you will 

pick her up or I won’t release her to witless.

Jack- You’re a bitch

Me- I know itsn’t it great how you think you can turn the tables and you end up getting fucked everytime? Maybe one day you will learn and maybe one day you’ll realize I am not out to get you.

Jack- Whatever, see you Thursday.

Me- Will do buckaroo.

I don’t know why I keep calling him buckaroo but it pisses him off when he is heated and I make a joke out of it. He should have kept his mouth shut because he totally fucked himself with following court papers to a t.

P.S. My daughter wanted nothing to do with him and threw a fit when he got it. That made my day!!

Puppy #46543169431643

Jack decides he wants my daughter to call him. He never cares to talk to her or anything, so I put it on speaker when he called.

Apparently, they got a new puppy and wanted to know if our daughter could pronounce “dovack”.

Seriously? You called to ask if she could pronounce a stupid name for a puppy you can’t afford and will probably not be around very long?

Sounds like he was just trying to find a way for my daughter to want to go over to his place, but it didn’t work. 

During the conversation, my daughter said, “okay bye!!” and gave me the phone.

Hahahha classic!

Is that real?

Witless drops my daughter at the meeting spot and asks me if my new tattoos are real.

Are you fucking kidding me? No, I am a big fan of the temporary tattoos you get out of the machines.

Me- I would hope so.

Witless- Aren’t all those tattoos expensive?

Me- That’s why I get child support.

Hahah love the look she gave.

Me- I am working on getting my sleeve drawn up.

Witless- Yeah, I am getting a sleeve.

Me- Aren’t you already filing bankruptcy and behind on child support?

Awkward silence….

Witless- I don’t think that is any of your business.

HAHAHAHHAHAHA I could care less what they spend their money on. I just don’t get how they can justify buying a sleeve when child support isn’t being paid consistently or when medical bills aren’t being paid. Other than that, I don’t care what they spend their money on. All I know is that it’s nice having money and not overdrafting all the time due to someone’s financial irresponsibility.

I’m taking you BACK to court

Jack dropped my daughter off and wanted to set up a time to discuss about the summer.

Jack- I want to talk to you sometime about the summer and switching schedules for a month.

Me- Is it in the court papers?

Jack- No, but I wanted to get her the majority of the month and you get her every other weekend.

Me- Court papers state that you can have her for just two weeks. Not a whole month.

Jack-Are you listening to me?

Me- I hear you loud and clear captain. That was just my nice way of rejecting your request but, it sounds as if you are not catching on, so no. The answer is no.

Jack- Then I will see you in court.

Me- Okay. Well you gotta do what you gotta do.

Jack- I’m not playing, I will take you back to court.

Me- Okay. Then I will see you in court.

I walked away when he yelled back, “I guess I will see you court then!!”

I gave him a thumbs up. I guess you will, screwboy.

Hahah wtf?!?! Don’t threaten me with taking me back to court when you don’t pay child support, help with medical bills, and you can’t even take her on the days you have her.