a new low

ok, had a GREAT time @ the Ducks game, REALLY fun. Stereotypical bonding grist. Then the axe fell.

Tried getting him to bed-after 1:15 am, nothin' doin'. Now, typically, kids hate limits placed upon them, he is no dif, but you would hope/pray for a lil' support. Silly me. Of course, Shebitch is behind him screaming..........then he utters the famous words "I don't even want to live here."

Shoot me now. Has ANYTHING ever hurt as much as those words?

...meanwhile, day 2 of "bitchalot n' do nothing," translation: Shebitch leaves the house for work in the evening, no breakfast/no lunch for Keith. TWO DAYS of no breakfast no lunch, the only food he had yesterday was what we had @ the ballpark. N' It has the tits to rake ME over the coals???

His words really hurt, barely slept. Had the Curtis run this am, hopefully kept a poker face. Felt like one big open wound. Thank G for running. GOD that felt good. Nice to see so many peeps. Pissed me off that so many Suffolkers made it, yet didn't make it to the 5m challenge, but such is life. NOTHING hurts worse than trying your damnedest, alone, to parent, only to have your every effort sabotaged, and your son say those words. Really hurts. Pray you never feel that way.

***G is there, as always though. Shebitch's car is dead. Payback's a _____??? G don't like ugly.