Baby Daddy done lost his effing mind

Baby daddy called today. He wanted to come see the boy.
Of course, as always, I was hesitant.
As always, I am pissed at him.

Do you know that this muthafucker had the nerve to tell me that
I SHOULD NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE THE ONLY ONE TO HELP ME SUPPORT THE BOY???!!

Yes, he said that out his mouth. I swear, had he been in my zip code, I wudda spit on him.
~LOL @ Flava Flave and his girls..SMDH. I can't believe I watch that show!
Ok, maybe I wouldn't have spit on him. But something.

I mean, who the fuck is supposed to help me? The boys other father?
OR who? Baby daddy says, why don't you get money from your
BOY.FRIEND? ~LOL~ are you serious?

Anyway.
This ass comes to my.fucking.house. and walks the fuck in my door.
After he knocked like he was the damn po-po. I almost answered the door
with my burner. I wonder if I would really get any pleasure out of shooting him
(accidentally, of course) I always picture me like Julia Roberts in "Sleeping with the Enemy"
She called the police and told them that she shot an intruder. He was still alive.
After she hung up the phone, she shot him. Damn. My girl.
*picture me sitting in Central Booking*
"I swear officer, when I shot him, I thought he was a robber!"

**Shaking these thoughts out of my head, and back to the matter at hand**

So, one of my girls was at the crib tonight, we were discussing how we were gonna spend our
ME.GA.MIL.LIO.NS money. I told her that the next time that she saw me, I would be on TV collecting my check. I did win..2 damn dollars..

So, baby daddy comes busting in the crib. The boy is at his friends house, and my girl and I are talking. So, he just stands there. Like all in our conversation. And at that point, she was talking about her daughter. Personal shit. And this asshole is just standing there all up in our grills.
I'm like..damn...can I have my lips back? ~LOL at that term~

So I give him the mind your fucking business look. We all know that look, right?
Well, he got it times 10. So, he looks away. I am watching this shady motherfucker and he is looking down at the table, but facing me. And I see his eyes scanning back and forth.
Like he is reading something. I kinda sit up to see what he is looking at. My MOTHERFUCKING MAIL!
This fucking felon is reading my gahdamn mail.

So, I am trying not to call him out in front of my girl.
I am thinking, he will see me looking at him like WTF?
and go sit the fuck down some gahdamn where.
HELL NAW! He keeps reading.

This was my personal business mail, too. Not some junk shit.
So finally, I yell..Damn Motherfucker..can you stop reading my fucking mail????

He had the nerve to look embarrassed. Wwhut?
Now you wanna fake the funk like you weren't??
What the hell ever shady bitch.

"I AM NOT READING YOUR MAIL" he snarles at me.

"YES YOU ARE!! I'M WATCHING YOU" was my reply

"I wouldn't do that, Brenda. I wouldn't read your mail!" he says softly.
Game on, I think. He is trying to make me look like a psycho in front of my girl.
I know this game. Play the soft spoken wounded soldier.
Make me look like a fucking lunatic. Yeah, I know this game all too well.
I say nothing else. But if looks could KILL?
He'd be deader than if I shot him.
(deader?! LOL @ that word!)

"Can I talk to you in private?" he asks.
I shake my head in the negative.
Hell no, I think. HELL ASS NO.

Finally the boy came home and they went in his room.
I just don't get it. This asshole has not given me money in
a year of Sundays. (lol that's like 7 years!)

And tells the boy that he is gonna buy him a DIRT BIKE.
A fucking DIRT BIKE?? To ride where? To park where?
To have WHO take the boy to the hospital all broke the fuck up?
Exactly.

I wanted to beat the boy for even talking that shit. (not really)
I want to beat his father even more. (really)
Bastard.

**UPDATE**
Baby Daddy called me after he left the crib.
He starts discussing MY MAIL THAT HE WASN'T READING.
It was a response regarding Energy Assistance that I applied for.

"I didn't realize that things were that serious!" he said.
"Have you REALLY applied for Energy Assistance?" he questioned.

"Fuck you" and a click was my reply.
What other answer was there?