This is just like 2008 when I knew I was going to be homeless with the exception that at that time I had never been homeless and didn’t know just how much it was going to suck. Oh sure, there was some fear of the unknown, but when you’re talking about the unknown you can inject a little hope. When you KNOW how shitty life is getting ready to become, then you KNOW how shitty your situation is… and when you’re making sure you do nothing about it, then you have to wonder why you’re bothering writing anything down about it.
Here near Shawnee there was a little girl who was raised locked in a closet. The authorities found out and took the little girl into their protective custody and found here a new home. Now a local judge is allowing her parents to visit her — the parents who locked her in a closet all the time.
I, however, am SO TOXIC, that I’m not allowed to send a fucking birthday card to my kids for fear that it might say something inside SO DAMAGING that they could grow up to be ax murderers or something like that. It makes NO SENSE AT ALL.
I didn’t actually DO ANYTHING to them…
But, if you lock your kid in a closet for years on end and don’t allow her to go to school and have her piss in a bottle… well, you’re redeemable — you can get back with your kid.
I, though, am so EVIL, SO TERRIBLE, that one fucking sentence just throws everything away.
Great job, #1 — you obviously are the genius of parental law. You got me to buy you a house, have children with you, and then turned a single statement on the phone to you into a complete ban on me.
After I give you everything of mine, you continue to complain that I didn’t give you enough.
Men: NEVER GIVE ANYTHING UP IN A DIVORCE. TAKE YOUR HALF, THEN PAY FROM IT.
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