1 hour and 100 dollars does not make you a good father

I hear the phone ringing early Saturday morning. I look at the clock. 6:45am. Damn.

It ain't nobody but baby daddy. I know his ass thinks he's about to miss out on the boy's Birthday Party, but it's not until next week.

I listen to the phone ring a few more times, and I decide to drag myself out of bed and answer.

"What's up?" I answer slightly irritated.

"Um..er..umm. I want to see the boy..I have a birthday gift for him.
I want to come to his party"

Just to be the bitch that I am expected to be I say.."What the fuck makes you think I have money for a party?"

Silence.

"Umm. Hello?".."I guess you think that you can just fuck around all year, but you want to prove how good of a father you are by showing up at the boys party?"

Silence.

"I have a gift for him...Can I come over later?"

I am thinking NO, but I say "I gu-ess.. but make sure you call first..don't just be creepin up to my crib unannounced." and I hang up the phone.

I think that baby daddy really thinks he deserves a break. He thinks he deserves some sort of respect from me because he thinks that he is doing the right thing. He thinks that I am supposed to somehow be thankful that he is calling and offering up a birthday gift for the boy.
But I am not impressed. Fuck that. Fuck him. I am tired of letting him decide when he wants to be a father.

Around 7:55 that evening, one of my girlfriends calls. "Yo baby daddy outside." ~LOL~


Around 8:00 he comes in the house with the boy. He purposely didn't call. I am watching TV in my room. He comes in my room and lays across my bed. What the fuck?

"Get the fuck outta my bed.." I tell him. "Don't noboby want your ass all up in the bed." And this motherfucker gets up, walks out of my room and slams the door. Slams it so hard, he rattles my pictures on the wall. What the fuck?

Oh.no.bitch.

I open the door. He turns around and looks at me with all the hate he has in his 6 foot 3 body.
I don't yell..the boy is in his room. I clench my teeth together and narrow my eyes.

"You don't pay for a motherfucking thing here..and until you do..you don't slam doors in my motherfucking house.."

And I am thinking to myself...Why can't I stand the sight of him? Why does he get on my nerves in less than 5 minutes. Why can't I stand to be around him? Why does he come to my house and act a fool? Why does he not understand when he gets put the hell out?

I go back in my room. 10 minutes later, the boy comes in and tells me that his father is asleep in his room. What the fuck? How do you come over to see the boy and fall the fuck asleep in less than a half hour?

I go in the boys room, wake up baby daddy, and tell him that this is not a hotel..
He gets up, hands the boy $100 dollars and tells him to go buy himself something.
What the fuck?

I guess it doesn't matter what he does. It will never be good enough for me.