You're a Loser
I had to pick up your baby (Z) again today at daycare because she was running a temperature of 103. It looks like another ear infection. Her mom (K) will have to work two days to pay for the visit to the doctor and for antibiotics. Z’s been crying with pain. I know she’s fine with me, but I’m sure she’d love to be with her mommy. I know how much K would love to be the one consoling her but she can’t be home because she’s at work at the nursing home changing diapers and feeding the residents. She can’t afford to leave work because you’ve not paid a dime on anything in almost a year. She gets up at 5:00 every morning to get ready to face the day doing the sort of work most of us could never do. She loves it, too, because she’s got a pure heart and sees the dignity in all people. She also knows what the term “responsible parent” means.
The last time I spoke to you, you wanted to know how much Z weighed for some insurance form for insurance that never materialized, just like all your other empty promises. I told you she was almost exactly 20 lbs. because we had just weighed her that day, that she’d outgrown her baby seat and we had to purchase two new car seats so we could work out the daycare transportation logistics. “Cool…that’s cool,” you said in that annoying, perky tone you use. No, that’s not cool, you mindless moron. You should be buying her the car seat.
I learned of your MySpace page from other family members who were appalled at what you were writing. Yes, I looked. I couldn’t help myself. You’ve chosen to play out your divorce online, except you’ve chosen to share nothing but lies. I’m not surprised. Every time you open your mouth you lie about something or say something so ridiculous a lie might sound better. You’re just a bloated buffoon full of hot air and harebrained ideas.
You list your status as working and in college. You’re neither. College status? In progress? You’ve been out of high school for ten years and haven’t signed up for a single class in over six. You told me your major was in Journalism? Really? I’ve seen your blogs. Try remedial grade school grammar to learn the proper use of you’re, your, their, they’re and there. While you’re at it, try talking about something other than WWF or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Your MySpace blog on your daughter’s birthday was nothing more than a pitiful ploy for sympathy. “We have lots of presents for you.” Where were they? Oh, yeah, a month later we got the box with diapers sized for a 35 lb. child and unsafe carnival toys made in China from the Dollar Store. You say you’ve got big things planned for her and you’re putting away money for when she’s 18? Really? How about some money now? You sent $100 5 months ago, your only contribution since they moved in with us. You lament you’ve had no time with your daughter because you’ve only been “allowed” to see her once for three hours since January. You pathetic dolt, that’s because you can’t afford the gas to come see her and you‘re car is a broken down junk heap that can’t make the trip. And it’s not as if you don’t have the time since you’ve only worked about one month since you got fired last summer. Yet you think it’s our responsibility to arrange the trip, take time off work and cover our expenses? Maybe if you weren’t living in the basement of your parents’ house with your brother and his girlfriend and five other adults and two nephews upstairs, a visit would seem more appropriate. You quit your new job so you could find “a nice day job” so you could work out for your fantasy big time wrestling career, The only big time anything is your loser status. You’re 28 years old, at least 30 pounds overweight, and you have high blood pressure. I have a better chance of having a big time wrestling career.
Under your profile picture, you have the caption “Proud Parent”. Proud parent? You have no pride. You don’t know the meaning of pride. You think it’s perfectly okay for your in-laws to support your wife and baby. You whine and moan that “people will hear things, but that’s okay because K knows the truth and that’s what’s important“. Yeah, she knows the truth all right. That’s why she left your sorry ***. And she’s not posting a sob story like an angst ridden, self-absorbed adolescent on MySpace, either. She’s talking like an adult to her lawyer who is dogging you because you won’t return any paper work or phone calls. You avoid any kind of responsibility and you know you will be ordered to pay child support if you cooperate in the divorce proceedings. Well, guess what, you ignorant cretin . You’re the definition of Deadbeat Dad and if Grandma had her way, your face would be on billboards.