Okay, who wants to take a guess?? Come on!! Don't be skured, take a wild guess!
You there! In the corner! You with your hand up! Yes you! What's your guess?
That's right!! Totally correct is the nice man with the millions of cats!! It was the infamous ex!!
So suffice to say I think I totally fucked my chances of weasling a new television out him last night but it was so totally worth it that I would do it again on any damn day of the week.
So I think I may or may not have blogged that my oldest girl needs surgery to fix her eye muscles. She has one lazy eye that goes side to side and one lazy eye that goes up and down. Yeah I know, This is bad eyesight inbreeding at it's best right here. The girl who needed an upped eye glass prescription for most of her life married Mr. Frog eyes and this is the result. Hehe sorry, having a bad day, the alliterations are not going to be nice. They will be colorful but not nice.
Anyway the short of it is, I love my child more than life and air and water, but her eyes are fucked up and surgery will put her on the right path to getting non fucked up eyes. I am totally fine with this so long as they don't blind my child. Her father however is not fine with this because he, and I quote, has "lived his entire life in glasses and done just fine."
Do not even get me started. You know how when you come out of a bad relationship and you look back and wonder if you were drunk the entire time? Yeah that's me. He had the potential to be a nice guy... sometimes... and he was an okay father... sometimes... but physically speaking I think he must have exuded this roofie aura cause the only way I can explain being physically attracted to him was if I was seriously strung out for the entire time I was with him.
Anyway, so last night he was speaking to the kids and he asked Kayla where her glasses were and she flat out admitted that she lost them. He then had the audacity to tell her that if she didn't start wearing the glasses they were going to cut into her face.
Yes you read that so right... cut into her face...
I mean what the fuck?? Who the hell says that to a child??? I don't think she heard what he was saying because I was smart enough to know where he was going when the sentence started off with "Do you know what's going to happen if you don 't wear your glasses?"
Man bloggers, I lit into his ass. Normally I say our children or your child or some version of possessiveness but last night the main line I kept screaming at him was that he was not going to do that to my daughter. He was not going to scare my daughter. I totally pulled the whoile mther lion whose cubs just got fucked with routine and you know what, I think I may have gotten through to him.
How can I tell? Simple. He was stuttering. He only stutters when I have so totally blacked out on him that shit spewed out of my mouth that may or may not have made sense but definitely hurt. This usually involves spews about his mother and so on. I can't honestly tell you all the things that I said but I know that I screamed at him for over ten minutes and felt physically lighter when I was done.
I also had a great sense of loss for the flat screen television that I was trying to make him get for us...
Damn mouth... but it needed to be said. Whatever I said.
So yeah, I think I have pinpointed why I want to run around screaming at everyone that makes eye contact with me... Hmmm... That was easy... Everyone should have a blog. It makes life a lot clearer.
You can come out now. The sotrm is about over... I promise not to hurt the innocent ones anymore.
For the next few minutes anyway...
Insert really scary maniacal grin here...
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