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.
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