Once upon a time

There was a wee bit of a hullabaloo on Twitter today because of appliances.  We won’t go into that, as far as I can tell the more important parties are all playing nice (which is why I follow them!)

But it reminded me of my favorite appliance for years.  My ex evil step mommy Lori gave me a KitchenAid food processor and I loved it. LOVED IT.

I was pregnant, and had just married Jeff when I came home to find the lid melted.  Enough that I couldn’t use it.  So of course I inquired as to WHY my lid was melted in odd places.

Turns out that Jeff had his friend Mike over (this same Mike got so drunk he PEE’D on my bathroom floor!!!) and he brought over some glass knives? and they were using the lid (which had a shoot) to suck the smoke?

I was so pissed. Why?

#1 I take good care of my appliances,  it was 5 years old, and I used it all the time.

#2 I was pregnant, and didn’t take so much as  Tylenol, the entire time I was pregnant, and he was putting illegal drugs into something I used on a regular basis.

#3 HE RUINED IT. So even if I felt like I could have cleaned it, I didn’t have the option.  And no. He did not replace it.  And I’ve had three food processors since then and they’ve all sucked hairy goat balls. I am currently without one.

#4 He’d promised to keep his damned filthy drugs out of our house.  So he broke a promise. Again.

I should have just listened to my heart and brain and divorced him then, 2 weeks after marrying him.  He truly had no respect for me, or our marriage.  Breaking promises like that is a huge red flag. Anyway.

It’s kind of humorous now, in a way.  Except I still need a fucking food processor.  And I’m pretty sure if he hadn’t fucking melted mine, I’d still have a working one.

Stories of Evil Mother Fuckers, cont.

You’d think, on being told that your child has increased nightmares after her visits with you, that you’d be concerned and perhaps go along with a suggestion that perhaps overnight visits could wait until the nightmares ceased- they have been less frequent.

But no, you are her FATHER.  You know how to comfort her.  Even though you don’t even know her.

Parenting: FAIL.

It just gets me that he says FATHER.  FATHER.  Like donating sperm automatically means you are going to somehow have a clue about raising a child.

Sometimes the crazy takes over

When I picked up Emma from the evil one’s house, I was greeted by this:

She fell and bashed her face into the ground.  (This picture taken AFTER I put ice on it for 15 minutes and washed the blood and dirt off her face) She was crying and asking for ice and J & S shrugged and said “We put ointment on it”.

So I stopped at a Jack in the Box and bought her a milkshake and they made me an icepack.  (Thank you Jack in the Box! I heart you!)

Emma has a high pain tolerance, and she was in pain all night.  I applied an ice pack several times- and then she would sleep better.  I just don’t understand why two people who are in health care won’t do basic first aid on something like this….

Accidents happen, but according to Emma it happened when she was running up the street to catch up.   And that worries me because IT’S A STREET.  I’m sorry, if you are walking in a street, or a parking lot, shouldn’t you have your child close to you?  So you can, you know, pull them out of harms way if say a car is coming? And Emma panics if you get far away from her- in a park, in a store, more than 15 feet and she starts to worry.

I just feel like I’m a MILLION times the parent he is…And I have a hard time not blaming him for being a better parent.

WHICH brings me to the next topic:

When Emma was picked up on Saturday I watched out the window to make sure she was seat belted (I always do, as this has been a point of contention in the past) and noticed that the baby was sitting on the evil ones’ girlfriend’s lap, nursing.   Jeff finishes seat belting Emma and gets in the drivers seat and does the gf get up and put the baby in a car seat? NO!  They just drive off, girlfriend not wearing a seat belt and holding the baby on her lap….

And you wonder why I might question his/her parenting? It’s not any one thing (although hello??? seatbelts? carseats? Pretty big issue there) it’s the entire picture….

Brian says it’s just another example of Darwinism.  I just feel bad for the children involved.

It’s nice to know he has priorities

The “Donor” as I’ve taken to calling Emma’s biological dad, emailed me today to let me know that he was going to Canada for a week with the GF, and the baby and could we switch weekends please? (at least he said please, right? Oh wait… Just went back and read it and he DIDN’T say please)

I said yes, because there are times I need to switch too so I’m keeping it friendly but it kind of pisses me off that he can afford a vacation to FUCKING CANADA but he hasn’t paid for Emma’s dental bill, his 50% of daycare or child support since FUCKING FEBRUARY.  I shouldn’t complain- there are women who NEVER get child support.  Of course, I’d be one of them if I didn’t have a garnishment in place….

???WTF???

David- the sperm donor- i.e. he who contributed half of my genetic material, is a jerk.  And not only a jerk, a genuine bad person.

And even worse? He found Jesus! Trust me, click on the link, you will not be sorry.

So he’s verbally and emotionally abusive, manipulative, and now he does it all under the guise of Christianity. AWESOME! He gives Christians a bad name.

Anyway, after years of verbal and emotional abuse, All of us girls have pretty much cut off contact with him.  And now my little sister, who he hurt the WORST, has decided she needs closure and that she’s going to start seeing him again.

I’m upset by this.  Like she needs to be hurt anymore…

The entire family is sadly bat shit crazy.  They are not invited to my wedding.  And my REAL dad Jeff will walk me down the isle. And the crazies?  They are on the “list of people to call the cops on if they show up”.  Seriously.