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Right. So it's Valentines Day again. And I don't have a significant other or my daughther to celebrate with. I sent Mariah a card in the mail. But if she gets it it'll be the shock of the century. Her mother and me ain't exactly seeing eye to eye at the moment. We got into it pretty bad when she came to pick her up on Friday night. And I fully admit that some of the shit that went down was my fault. But damn, the things that woman says...in front of a four year old little girl, no less...pisses me right the fuck off. Or, as Mariah would say, it's makes me ugly mad.
For real, what kind of woman...or person in general...starts throwing out words like f****t and n****r, yes, Mariah's mother is white, and other shit that I don't feel like getting into right now when a child is standing not five god damn feet away? If she's got a problem with me and the way I live, or LIVED, my life, she can say it to me. She just gets me so damn hot. And once I'm like that, I can't stop the shit I say neither. It sucks because in the end I just wind up feeling like a terrible father for subjecting Mariah to this kind of nastiness.
But whatever, life is what it is and it goes how it goes. I'm comfortable with who I am. And even if I wasn't planning on having any sort of conversation with my daughter about my personal life just yet, I will if I have to. I'm not about to let her mother fuck with her head when it comes to me. The lies just ain't okay. For real.
For real, what kind of woman...or person in general...starts throwing out words like f****t and n****r, yes, Mariah's mother is white, and other shit that I don't feel like getting into right now when a child is standing not five god damn feet away? If she's got a problem with me and the way I live, or LIVED, my life, she can say it to me. She just gets me so damn hot. And once I'm like that, I can't stop the shit I say neither. It sucks because in the end I just wind up feeling like a terrible father for subjecting Mariah to this kind of nastiness.
But whatever, life is what it is and it goes how it goes. I'm comfortable with who I am. And even if I wasn't planning on having any sort of conversation with my daughter about my personal life just yet, I will if I have to. I'm not about to let her mother fuck with her head when it comes to me. The lies just ain't okay. For real.