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Argh!
My firewall is being a nuisance! Grrrr.
So my life continues apace with weirdness, confusion and booze...it gets a bit compliacted sometimes, and I'm at a loss. Ho well.
The girls are fine, the mother is fine, I'm worrying about when she goes home, and really, really cursing the day men evolved with enough feeling to want to get laid, and enough callousness to leg it when they procreate. I know not all men are like that, that there are some really, really nice, decent, honest guys around the place who want to be part of new life-changing experiences, like parenthood, even if it sprung on them unexpectedly by an even less suspecting new mum-to-be, but it's the ones who are complete and utter shits that really annoy me. And what will we tell the girls when they are growing up, that daddy didn't care about them enough to see them when they were growing up, or that daddy was a complete prick and they're better off without him? I know that J is rarely without adoring consorts, but it will be kinda different now she has kids, not least because she is going to be massively wary of men and no wonder, and who wants to have a series of 'uncles' for their daughters? I guess we'll have to wait and see what the enormously well-favoured Child Support Agency manage to come up with; it's not a particularly inspiring notion. I think I'd do better myself with a pair of pliers and a solicitor.
On the other hand, little pink fingers and tiny little noses, and cute little ears...The father is missing out on so much, I feel quite sorry for the manky shit-bag, loser that he is. One day he might start to wonder what he has missed, to wonder about two young women walking round, getting on with life, doing stuff, carrying his genes, living in blissful ignorance of one whose only claim is having once had fairly good quality sperm.
And all this breeds (no pun intended) a new sensation for one who has been feeling increasingly broody for the last 4 or 5 years; thank goddess it isn't me.
My firewall is being a nuisance! Grrrr.
So my life continues apace with weirdness, confusion and booze...it gets a bit compliacted sometimes, and I'm at a loss. Ho well.
The girls are fine, the mother is fine, I'm worrying about when she goes home, and really, really cursing the day men evolved with enough feeling to want to get laid, and enough callousness to leg it when they procreate. I know not all men are like that, that there are some really, really nice, decent, honest guys around the place who want to be part of new life-changing experiences, like parenthood, even if it sprung on them unexpectedly by an even less suspecting new mum-to-be, but it's the ones who are complete and utter shits that really annoy me. And what will we tell the girls when they are growing up, that daddy didn't care about them enough to see them when they were growing up, or that daddy was a complete prick and they're better off without him? I know that J is rarely without adoring consorts, but it will be kinda different now she has kids, not least because she is going to be massively wary of men and no wonder, and who wants to have a series of 'uncles' for their daughters? I guess we'll have to wait and see what the enormously well-favoured Child Support Agency manage to come up with; it's not a particularly inspiring notion. I think I'd do better myself with a pair of pliers and a solicitor.
On the other hand, little pink fingers and tiny little noses, and cute little ears...The father is missing out on so much, I feel quite sorry for the manky shit-bag, loser that he is. One day he might start to wonder what he has missed, to wonder about two young women walking round, getting on with life, doing stuff, carrying his genes, living in blissful ignorance of one whose only claim is having once had fairly good quality sperm.
And all this breeds (no pun intended) a new sensation for one who has been feeling increasingly broody for the last 4 or 5 years; thank goddess it isn't me.