I hate him more and more each day...
I called baby daddy to let him know what the boy had found.
“He wants to talk to her..” I said. “He wants to know where she is.”
Baby daddy immediately started ranting.
“YOU did this, Brenda..” he yelled into the phone.
“Tyler does not care about this!”…he said
“I KNOW YOU…you do cruddy shit!” and then he was silent.
That motherfucker wishes he knew me. He has no idea what I am capable of.
He has not even seen cruddy.
We went back and forth about this for a few minutes.
I finally hung up on him. There is no rationalizing with this idiot.
Never.
Ever.
And I refuse to waste my energy trying.
He makes me tired. He makes me sick.
After I hung up on him, I started thinking about something that I discovered a few weeks ago. Baby daddy has petitioned the court for custody of the boy.
Yeah. You read that right. CUSTODY OF THE BOY.
I have tried to put this out of my head. I try not to think about it.
It makes my stomach hurt.
It makes me realize that everyone is capable of homicide, if put in the right position.
I am not saying that this is going to be open and shut. This is serious business.
This fucker is trying to take my child from me.
My child.
The one and only person in this entire world that I would give my life for.
I would, without question, die for him.
So, as always, to get insight and perspective, I call the only person in my life that can give it to me straight. The only person that can weed through all the double talk, and leave the unadulterated truth.
My sexy man.
I give him the cliff notes version. Just to keep it brief.
He listens intently and asks a few questions, just to make sure he is understanding my fragmented sentences. When I am done, he takes a breath.
The first thing he wants to know is if the boy is okay.
Then he says exactly what I am thinking.
This is his fathers shit. And he has some explaining to do.
And he has had 11 years to come up with a story about this.
And he better get it together.
And he better be prepared to answer some difficult questions.
And he better not bullshit the boy, because that will just confuse him even more.
I guess we agree on that aspect. But there is so much more..
The boy is not asking his father. He is asking ME.
I will tell him. I will do my best. Wish me luck.
posted by Miss Scarlet @ 9:29 PM
2 Comments:
he can't take "the Boy" from you unless he can prove to the court that you are an unfit mother. which from what i've read he can't so he can take his petition and suck rocks. but you are right it is serious and very scary.
i dare my BD to try that shit. but he can't cause i got some shit on him that will land his ass locked up fo sho! ;)
good luck with telling "the boy". i would tell him everything and answer all his questions cause it doesn't look like BD is going to.
I had a sibling come out of the woodwork when I was about 16 or so. Mind you, she was about 14 or 15. Just wrong! I don't think my mom ever knew about her.
I also had a step-sister, who I did know about, who was only a year *older* than me (my dad=trifling). My mom always denied that she was even my sister, and my dad would shoot back that she *was* my sister. I never knew what all the fuss was about until I got to be about 16 or 17 and realized what it meant that my "sister" was only a year older than me, and was born while my parents were married!
My mom let me figure it all out on my own or waited until my dad explained. The only drawback was that - because she was the closest to me and an easy target - I always somehow blamed her, in my mind.
It will work itself out, with your son, I'm sure. God bless,
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