Seriously?
You’re in contempt of court. You haven’t paid one thin dime to these kids you claim to care for so much. Also, as usual, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You can have all the temper tantrums you want, you don’t scare me. None of your bluster & threats change the fact that you don’t bother to pay for the kids. You just like to make decisions about them without consulting me (Harding, for example), then expect me to clean up your mess.
See you at the contempt hearing.
I'm upset about a few things that have come to light this weekend. I told you that I'd email you about this, and here you go.
First, Daphne's eye: You never told me that there was an eye appointment last month, and at that appointment the decision would be made to undergo surgery on her eye, until I picked them up on Saturday. In person. You called three times to see when I'd drop them off that evening, but didn't call once all month to tell me ANYTHING. You didn't tell me there was an appointment, you didn't tell me she would be having surgery, yes, I did, fuckstain. I told you about the appointment before you trotted off to your internship. But, again, you blame me for your piss poor memory.
you didn't tell me something as important as Sean dying had happened. Um, dumbfuck, when you called on the night of 6-30, I know for a fact Jim told you that Sean had died. So don't even try that one, assface.
I'm also gravely concerned about your ability to care for her post-op. You can't even be bothered to give her a simple eye drop once a day, what makes you better at caring for her where she can actually loose her sight? What the fuck are you talking about? I do give her her eyedrop. YOu're the one who didn't even notice this weekend that she had put it in the WRONG eye!! You didn't even fucking notice that, oh holier than thou assface.
I'm not going to give my permission for this surgery until I've had a good, long talk with Dr. Sala and we've gotten a 2nd opinion from another doctor. I want to see what their protocol is when the mother doesn't give the medicine. YOU ARE NOT HER CUSTODIAL PARENT. IT IS NOT UP TO YOU, MR. DEADBEAT.
Now, before you start getting all huffy and puffy about "How dare you..." and "I'm a nurse..." you better keep in mind that this isn't the first time I've had to raise these issues. For the last ten times I've picked the kids up, she hasn't had an eye drop for days beforehand except once. I document this stuff, and I'm not the only one who sees it. This IS the first time your failure is causing our daughter to have to have a dangerous surgery. How do you know it's dangerous? He does it all the fucking time! Do you even know what it's called? Oh, & good luck finding another pediatric opthalmologist in Erie.
Next, Bill's School. I still hold you partly responsible for Bill's performance in school this year. Yeah, well I blame you, too, so we're even there. Kids have to do their own work, but they need real parental participation with their homework and their home lives beyond the crap you hand them. I've got evidence of that, too. Evidence of what? That I help Bill with his homework, & so does Jim? Evidence that when I worked 2nd shift, they were with YOU, so you'd be the fuck up in that case? Or are you just blowing smoke out of your hairy ass? More, I'm not happy that you went behind my back and enrolled him at Jefferson when they offer summer school at Harding. I will not just let you change schools. Yet it was perfectly fine for you to make a unilateral decision for Bill to change schools, without consulting me once? Yeah, kiss my fat white ass.
Next, you go and keep him out of school for the week when Sean dies. The whole week, Jen. Missing for the funeral makes sense, but you kept him out of school for the whole week and sent him to Jim's parents' house. We sent Bill to school Monday. He was so distraught he wasn't able to function. The rest of the week he stayed home. He was only at Jim's parents house on Sunday because we were helping Hilary deal with her husban'd sudden death. Not the whole fucking week. Get your fucking facts straight...oh, wait. I just remembered who I'm talking to. You're not capable of that. If he's grieving, which he is, when was the appointment with Family Services? Tomorrow at 11 AM, why do you ask? Or are you just presuming again that I'm not taking care of the kids. Of course you are.
These are going to get addressed, Jen. You're making major decisions without me. You're failing to inform me when important stuff comes up. You're in violation of the custody order. More than that, you're not taking care of the kids. Scott, you have no clue what you're talking about. You're going on assumptions and the words of a 10 & 8 year old. As much as I love them & as intelligent as they are, they are not considered by the court to be reliable witnesses. So unless you have my house bugged in some way, you're relying on not necissarily correct information. Meanwhile, you can play Superior Human all you want, but the fact remains you are not paying child support, you don't care about the kids as anything other than pawns used in your game to hurt me, & generally, you're a piece of shit.. You're a control freak asshole who can't stand the fact that I left you & I'm not coming back, & you want to punish me for that for the rest of my life. I'm no longer in your control, & you cannot tolerate what you cannot control. Go fuck yourself, asshole.
In other news, my son got a 1/2 day suspension from summer school, my daughter got lost in a rather sudden & frightening thunderstorm, the baby is generally insane & I can't get a job because I have no one to watch the kids so I can go look for one. I'm going to lose my mind soon. Calgon, take me the fuck away!
I know the fucking tags are fucked up, but I can't get it fixed. Sorry.
See you at the contempt hearing.
I'm upset about a few things that have come to light this weekend. I told you that I'd email you about this, and here you go.
First, Daphne's eye: You never told me that there was an eye appointment last month, and at that appointment the decision would be made to undergo surgery on her eye, until I picked them up on Saturday. In person. You called three times to see when I'd drop them off that evening, but didn't call once all month to tell me ANYTHING. You didn't tell me there was an appointment, you didn't tell me she would be having surgery, yes, I did, fuckstain. I told you about the appointment before you trotted off to your internship. But, again, you blame me for your piss poor memory.
you didn't tell me something as important as Sean dying had happened. Um, dumbfuck, when you called on the night of 6-30, I know for a fact Jim told you that Sean had died. So don't even try that one, assface.
I'm also gravely concerned about your ability to care for her post-op. You can't even be bothered to give her a simple eye drop once a day, what makes you better at caring for her where she can actually loose her sight? What the fuck are you talking about? I do give her her eyedrop. YOu're the one who didn't even notice this weekend that she had put it in the WRONG eye!! You didn't even fucking notice that, oh holier than thou assface.
I'm not going to give my permission for this surgery until I've had a good, long talk with Dr. Sala and we've gotten a 2nd opinion from another doctor. I want to see what their protocol is when the mother doesn't give the medicine. YOU ARE NOT HER CUSTODIAL PARENT. IT IS NOT UP TO YOU, MR. DEADBEAT.
Now, before you start getting all huffy and puffy about "How dare you..." and "I'm a nurse..." you better keep in mind that this isn't the first time I've had to raise these issues. For the last ten times I've picked the kids up, she hasn't had an eye drop for days beforehand except once. I document this stuff, and I'm not the only one who sees it. This IS the first time your failure is causing our daughter to have to have a dangerous surgery. How do you know it's dangerous? He does it all the fucking time! Do you even know what it's called? Oh, & good luck finding another pediatric opthalmologist in Erie.
Next, Bill's School. I still hold you partly responsible for Bill's performance in school this year. Yeah, well I blame you, too, so we're even there. Kids have to do their own work, but they need real parental participation with their homework and their home lives beyond the crap you hand them. I've got evidence of that, too. Evidence of what? That I help Bill with his homework, & so does Jim? Evidence that when I worked 2nd shift, they were with YOU, so you'd be the fuck up in that case? Or are you just blowing smoke out of your hairy ass? More, I'm not happy that you went behind my back and enrolled him at Jefferson when they offer summer school at Harding. I will not just let you change schools. Yet it was perfectly fine for you to make a unilateral decision for Bill to change schools, without consulting me once? Yeah, kiss my fat white ass.
Next, you go and keep him out of school for the week when Sean dies. The whole week, Jen. Missing for the funeral makes sense, but you kept him out of school for the whole week and sent him to Jim's parents' house. We sent Bill to school Monday. He was so distraught he wasn't able to function. The rest of the week he stayed home. He was only at Jim's parents house on Sunday because we were helping Hilary deal with her husban'd sudden death. Not the whole fucking week. Get your fucking facts straight...oh, wait. I just remembered who I'm talking to. You're not capable of that. If he's grieving, which he is, when was the appointment with Family Services? Tomorrow at 11 AM, why do you ask? Or are you just presuming again that I'm not taking care of the kids. Of course you are.
These are going to get addressed, Jen. You're making major decisions without me. You're failing to inform me when important stuff comes up. You're in violation of the custody order. More than that, you're not taking care of the kids. Scott, you have no clue what you're talking about. You're going on assumptions and the words of a 10 & 8 year old. As much as I love them & as intelligent as they are, they are not considered by the court to be reliable witnesses. So unless you have my house bugged in some way, you're relying on not necissarily correct information. Meanwhile, you can play Superior Human all you want, but the fact remains you are not paying child support, you don't care about the kids as anything other than pawns used in your game to hurt me, & generally, you're a piece of shit.. You're a control freak asshole who can't stand the fact that I left you & I'm not coming back, & you want to punish me for that for the rest of my life. I'm no longer in your control, & you cannot tolerate what you cannot control. Go fuck yourself, asshole.
In other news, my son got a 1/2 day suspension from summer school, my daughter got lost in a rather sudden & frightening thunderstorm, the baby is generally insane & I can't get a job because I have no one to watch the kids so I can go look for one. I'm going to lose my mind soon. Calgon, take me the fuck away!
I know the fucking tags are fucked up, but I can't get it fixed. Sorry.