I go to pick my little man up at Tinkerbell's and tell him that I spoke to daddy and he said he could go to the party. My little man gets all excited and gives me a great big hug. Probably because the last time my little man was invited to a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese the mother f***er wouldn't let him go.
The time comes to meet in our meeting place to exchange our child. Long story...please don't ask. As I get into my car to leave the mother f***er says,
"Do you still want him on Sunday?"
I'm thinking, didn't we already discuss this? So I reply,
"We already talked about this. Are you going to meet me at Chuck E Cheese?"
I think he said this to piss me off...
"I didn't agree to anything. I'm not driving all the way out to Chuck E Cheese. If you want him you come and get him." (He mentioned something about church.)
The latin blood in me is starting to boil. Chuck E Cheese is no more than five miles from his house.
He continues...
"I came to your house to get him."
In return I respond...
"Yes, and it wasn't even "your" time. I'm not driving down your street. I have never been happier not having to drive down that street."
I get in my car before I say anything else. For most of you, you can say, butterflygirl just go down the street. But you just don't understand. I have never been happier since I haven't had to drive down my old street and see:
- my ex-babysitter's home/neighbor who deceited me, who still goes over there,
- my old home, wait I'm sorry, the mother f***er's house that my father did a tremendous amount of work to,
- and my ex-in-laws who never even supported me.
That is a memory "lane" I definitely do not want to revisit. My new "lane" is such a happier one to drive down.
The good thing is that I have great friends who already know what an idiot this man is and have made alternate arrangements for a party so that my little man can celebrate his friend's birthday.
One thing for sure. I have never felt stronger in my life. I thank God for the strength and I thank you mother f***er for the continuous push.
Bring it on!!! Super Bitch is ready to roll.
2 comments:
Wow! It sucks that you have to deal with this crap, but it sounds like you're doing great. How spiteful of him not to help his son get to a party he's so excited about.
Enjoy what I still hope will be a relaxing weekend for you. :)
Oh, boy. There is so much I could write on this subject... what's it take for MF to let his son go to a damn Chuck E Cheese party?!
You sound strong, girl. Bring it on, indeed.
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