I know I barely blog these days…so busy. There’s nothing like a spat with the ex-husband to make me document things.
Thought I would share the typical exchange I have with Keith’s dad…..who I not so lovingly always refer to as Sister Christian. Keith ate a chicken patty last night and his stepmother got mad at him and threw a big cup of water in his bed after calling him a bunch of names. Times and monies are apparently way tight over there. Dysfunction much? She’s a whacko. The thing that makes me maddest…Sister Christian (ie Baby Daddy) never defends Keith. Keith called me all upset that he was hungry etc.  So anyway today I have this text exchange with him.
 Although when I called Keith back, his dad willingly offered up to me, “Oh he’s upset about Leigh, but just so you know he didn’t do anything wrong!â€Â So Keith ate a chicken patty, did nothing wrong, and was your wife’s abuse victim? That’s what I’m hearing…and you do nothing about it. Man I hate him!!
So anyway today I have this text exchange with him.
Me: If you aren’t feeding your son what are you feeding your 3 dogs? Remember WWJD?
Baby Daddy: “You should refrain from speaking about rhings you know nothing about. It makes you look like a fool.â€Â (yes he wrote rhings)
Me: “I know I can eat dinner tonight, who’s the foolâ€
Baby Daddy: I am eating dinner also so it must be you.
Me: Yes but can you feed your child??…that’s the real challenge!!
Baby Daddy: I would be willing to bet I have fed him A LOT more than you have.
Me: I would be willing to bet not with his “other mothers†blessings. Are you feeding him tonight?
Baby Daddy: He has always had food, just not convenience food
Me: But he has to risk life and limb to eat a chicken patty?
Baby Daddy: yup
Me: God blessed you with her because you deserve hell before you die
Baby Daddy: True enough, but my Lord gave me pardon. You on the other hand…
Me: Oh go f*** yourself with a crucifix…after you feed Keith of course because that’s all I care about.
Baby Daddy: Only Catholics use a crucifix. Christians look to the empty cross.
Me: go f*** your ugly dumb wife then…oh wait your lame d**k won’t cheer her up. Just feed Keith ok sister Christian!
Baby Daddy: God loves you. Even now.
Me: I gotta go…I’m headed into an important meeting.
Baby Daddy: Ok. God bless you.
Me: Go feed your child
Baby Daddy: you got it!
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