Done

Now, the second of 2 days, done. Thanksgiving went well, though Stoney blew us off. Christmas-almost as well, with Stoney AGAIN declining to make an appearance.

Went to Toxichouse to pickup Stoney, "uh, I'm not going." Told him the least he could do is call them. Fuck him. All went well until the end, @ which point Angela was so kind as to give me her unsolicited opinion of my parenting, i.e. "you're culpable......." Nice, ho ho ho. THIS is what Jeeeeezus would do? Nice to have the luxury of making judgements which were not requested, and which are dead wrong. When pressed, i.e, "where did you get the information to form these judgements, she responded "Keith, when he was 12." YOU do the math. Stupid cunt.

Woke up this am, after listening to Stoney's herbal pursuits, he asks "so, uh, did you get me anything for Christmas?" To which I responded, "did you even wish me a 'Happy Birthday,' let alone a 'Merry Christmas?' ." So, I got him the gift card. Does he deserve it? No, does he contribute? Does he do ANYTHING other than sleep, smoke, and play? No. Does he violate my privacy and invade my space? Yes. But Angela says I'm "culpable." As if the cunt is qualified to make any judgement? The same cunt who drove away husband #1, and fucked up Kevin.

Yesterday I ran, today I will run. Life is good.

Ho Ho wtf?

This'll be the first year w/no tree or any of the Christmas shit.

In years past it was always a tussle, but with Bitch out, it no longer is.

Deeply in debt, but always had gifts for everyone (except the Father, Husband, Bill Payer).

Deeply in debt, gave everyone I Pods, and what did I get? A dollar store tin (yes) of sweets.

So, fuck it.

And for my birthday, did Stoney even make a comment? A card? Zip.

Just like his mother.

So, with the Queen sized bed drugaddictedboundarycrossingbitchacrossthestreetandherhusband arranged for Stoney to have blocking half the living room, no tree this year.

Bitch always had plenty for shit decorations, but zip for Its husband.

Stoney had plenty for weed, but not even a birthday card.

Just like mommy.

So, last eve, spent some time with her. Really made my night when she texted me. Out of the blue, a wonderful, gorgeous girl contacts me to say I've been missed. Always had a place in my heart and continues to do so. Thanks God for taking care of me.

Quite a departure from "you're a scumbag motherfucker who deserves to die a slow painful death," (THAT, from a person who fooled too many into thinking It was a model of sobriety???????????????????? As too many drugs to list are found in Its system. Died sober?????????). THERE'S an example of spousal relations you wanna replicate.

Nice to come home and chill rather than face nightly verbal abuse. Not a nanosecond goes by when the Bitch is missed.

Ho ho.

Long Time Coming

Look in the trash, what do I find? Mail, addressed to me, from the Medical Examiner's office. Remember the Thanksgiving conversation re: Stoney growing up exactly like his mother? More proof. The mail itself was nowhere to be found, the envelope was.


He actually thinks he has the right to this. Mail addressed to me.


Just like mommy.


When I asked for it, he insisted on witnessing me, and wouldn't let me have it.


Think he'll grow up like It?????????????????????????


Of course, the results were what we knew.


And, little does he know, I already have a copy. (they called me).


Remember, he violates my privacy, thus is also reading this.


Enjoy.


And yes, I made copies, so every twat, asshole, and cunt who accused me of wrongdoings can have their own copy.


Bitch was high as a kite when it died, left "sobriety" behind, and left Its bullshit religion/faith in a cloud of drugs.


THIS is what Jesus would do???????????????????????????


I ran, I'm good.