baby daddy, me, the boy and a promise.

I wake up to the phone ringing. I look at the clock.

3:09 AM. I have been asleep maybe 20 minutes.

Now when the phone rings at 3 in the morning..only a few things come to mind.

1) Someone that I know has died.
2) Someone that I know has been taken to the hospital
3) One of my girlfriends is drunk and upset
4) or maybe drunk and needs a ride
5) A Booty call

So, I get out of bed. Get the phone. Look at the caller ID. Fuck. Baby Daddy.
I get back in bed. He leaves this message on my machine. I can hear him talking, but can't understand what he is saying. I don't really care. I go back to sleep.

Next morning I try to listen to his message. It's cryptic at best. He sounds like the same pathetic motherfucker that used to call me in the middle of the night..to apologize for doing dirt...I thought he was leaving a message for the boy. But what he was saying didn't make sense..at all.

So I call this asshole. (I haven't heard from him in almost 2 weeks)
The boy is outside riding his skateboard.
It goes like this:

Me: what the fuck was that message all about?

BD: what message?

Me: The one you left at 3:00 this morning

BD: What did it say?

Me: Why you gotta play games? You know what the fuck it said.

BD: Oh, it was a mistake.

Me: It was a mistake.

BD: Yeah.

Me: Whatever. (click)

Not 2 minutes later, this motherfucker is ringing my phone.

Me: WHAT??

BD: What did the message say?

Me: Stop fucking calling here with this bullshit.

BD: Well, I need to know what it said.

Me: You left the fucking message..you don't know what it said?

BD: Well, Brenda..it WAS 3 in the morning.

Me: Don't EVER call my fucking house that late again.

BD: It was a MISTAKE!...can I see the boy today?

Me: The boy's not here.

BD: What about tomorrow?

Me: What about your fucking custody case? Why don't you worry about that.

BD: I was just playin'..I'm not gonna do that.

Me: Just playin'?? Just playin'??

I proceed to go on a rant. I think I used every cuss word in the world, at least 50 times. He yells too. He basically tells me that yes, he wants custody of the boy..and will fight to get it. This motherfucker ain't never fought for anything in his life. So, I tell him fuck you and hang up. He calls like 10 times. I don't answer. He leaves mean, nasty messages. The boy comes in the house with his friends--just as his daddy is saying that he KNOWS he will get custody of him.
He looks at me. He looks uneasy. He starts to talk. I put my finger to my lips so that he doesn't say anything in front of his friends and then use my finger to tell him come-here. I whisper to him that we will talk about this later. He says okay. and kisses me. He holds my face with his hands. He says he loves me.
The boy trusts me so much. I can see it all over his face. He knows things will be fine. I am afraid that if his father does get any kind of custody or visitation, that the boy will freak out. He never stays the night anywhere anymore. He used to stay at my mothers on the regular, but now, not even there. He has anxiety issues--been to the doctor and everything-- He is a mess when it comes to staying somewhere that I am not. It's bad.

So,I go back to the answering machine and listen. Like 5 times.
and this is what I finally hear:

"Hi (some biaatches name that I can't understand)..I guess it's over..sorry..love you..I didn't think what I did was that bad, but.."(some other mumbley shit) CLICK.

I am not surprised that baby daddy has yet another failed relationship. He fails at everything he does. Somethin is wrong with that man.

So later that night, the boy and I are talking. About his father. He says he only wants to see him once a year. He has no specific reasons. He says he doesn't like his father that much. He doesn't know why. I tell him that he likes his father when he comes around. He says, no..he's just being phony. phony? (Good LORD! the boy is perpetrating!) He says please don't make me have to stay there.
I promised him he wouldn't.

I just hope it's a promise that I can keep.