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I'm doing much better. I still don't like this, I don't understand it. I'm scared it will happen again. But I accept it. There are still going to be good days and bad days, but the less than bad days are increasing.
Nathan's father called today in response to my email. I had mentioned that Nathan has tested as color blind, that Nathan told me he's going to school with him and I would like to know the name of the school, and that I had a miscarriage and we should decide together what to tell Nathan as far as God and making babies as he has been asking questions about both. I'm sure he knows an email response would be preferable because he's not only a jerk, but a semi illiterate jerk and email shows just what a jerk he can often be. But he called to offer condolences and try to be my buddy. Where the hell did this come from? I'm not trying to be friends. I tried that three years ago. I tried that two years ago. I tried that four years ago. I'm not trying that anymore, I can't be friends with somebody I have no respect for and I can't hold any respect for somebody who can say what he says in court and court documents knowing every word out of his mouth and pen are untrue and that I can see right through his bullshit.
Anyway, I need to tell him that I've moved back and renegotiate the parenting plan.
I'm moving up in my poker league. If I can take final table both sets tonight, I'll most likely qualify for the end of the month top ten championship. Even if I don't do it tonight, I'm still in the running. I'm glad my dad's birthday was yesterday (a non poker night) instead of tonight or I would have been seriously torn on what to do. Of course, it was Karen's poker night and she wasn't torn at all. Dinner was Dad, Nathan and me.
Anyway, somebody remind me to eat healthy before I leave, skip the drink, and find something other than a salad to eat tonight during poker.
Nathan's father called today in response to my email. I had mentioned that Nathan has tested as color blind, that Nathan told me he's going to school with him and I would like to know the name of the school, and that I had a miscarriage and we should decide together what to tell Nathan as far as God and making babies as he has been asking questions about both. I'm sure he knows an email response would be preferable because he's not only a jerk, but a semi illiterate jerk and email shows just what a jerk he can often be. But he called to offer condolences and try to be my buddy. Where the hell did this come from? I'm not trying to be friends. I tried that three years ago. I tried that two years ago. I tried that four years ago. I'm not trying that anymore, I can't be friends with somebody I have no respect for and I can't hold any respect for somebody who can say what he says in court and court documents knowing every word out of his mouth and pen are untrue and that I can see right through his bullshit.
Anyway, I need to tell him that I've moved back and renegotiate the parenting plan.
I'm moving up in my poker league. If I can take final table both sets tonight, I'll most likely qualify for the end of the month top ten championship. Even if I don't do it tonight, I'm still in the running. I'm glad my dad's birthday was yesterday (a non poker night) instead of tonight or I would have been seriously torn on what to do. Of course, it was Karen's poker night and she wasn't torn at all. Dinner was Dad, Nathan and me.
Anyway, somebody remind me to eat healthy before I leave, skip the drink, and find something other than a salad to eat tonight during poker.