You and your 40 yr old gf, who you are so quick to remind me, at least monthly, “looks 16” do not get to make fun of our son about his weight. Sweat pants will not make him fat, unless he starts eating them. Which he might, since you assholes won’t let the boys ever have more than one helping of food a meal. Yeah, I mean, they only play sports and run around all day and grew 6 fucking inches in 6 months, they don’t need to eat much.
You do not get to fucking tell him that he doesn’t want to get “huge and fat like his mother.” His mother who he’s watched struggle to lose 25 pounds over the last 6 months. Probably all those fucking sweatpants I wear. You know, I have never desired so much before in my life to wear sweat pants every single time I see you. I think I might, but I don’t OWN ANY, so, I guess I need to go shopping.
You don’t get to down weight loss pills, while telling our kid he’s fat.
Why the fuck are you buying them each $50 coats for this winter, when they each already have 2, outgrow things as fast as I can buy them, AND, you are thousands behind in child support? Why are you bragging to them about spending $100 on coats for them? Oh yeah, so you can look like the good guy. I’m sure the boys will be so thrilled with those fucking coats that they can over look the fact you don’t have a room for them, a bed, any clothes or any toys because “they are too expensive”. Sorry to break the news to you dipshit, but their mental capacities surpassed yours 2 or 3 years ago, so they notice things don’t add up. And they are getting plenty pissed about it!
You are a complete and total asshole. They are 8 and 10 years old. I get it, they are giant kids, but they are still little boys and the last thing they need is your white trash girlfriend and her 4 letter word vocabulary shrieking at them for daring to play on the snow mountain their grandpa built for them over a WEEK. Damn you, it was a 15 foot high mountain, with a tunnel, an ice slide, and STAIRS. I know grown ass men who wouldn’t be able to resist playing on that. And you two shamed them for playing on it, because they got the clothes I packed for them, specifically to play on the mountain, wet, and that might get your truck seats wet.
You’re going to lose them. You already have lost ALL their respect. You’ve already lost them being excited about seeing you. You already have a 10 yr old talking about how he’s going to “stand up for himself” and his brother. Have fun asshole, it’s only a few more years before they outgrow you and won’t be afraid of you anymore. Only a few more years before they refuse to go with you anymore. But, you’ll probably be thrilled…you should get years of mileage out of playing the victim on that one.
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Gawd, what a dipshit. Evidently genius doesn't have a clue about boys even though he is one... mentally anyway. I remember your boys from a g2g a couple years ago and unless they've *really* packed on the pounds they're anything but fat. Yeah, boys that age eat alot. They also burn it off damn near as fast as they get it. Obviously that idiot doesn't know that.
Ignore him. Because you know he's a waste of space and skin.
Oh and that snow mountain? Can I play?
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And you know what, I can find you dozens of pics of both myself and Dipshit when we were between 10-13. We are heavy. At 13 we both got as tall as we were ever going to get, and, didn't gain another pound until we were in our twenties. Taller and heavier than everybody else our age, but thin as well. And I KNOW X got made fun of for 3 years. And now, he's gonna let his gf pick on my son?
Oh, and DS10, recently did a handstand in the living room, his nose itched. He lowed himself onto his head, balanced with his head, and one hand, scratched his nose, then put his hand back down, and pushed himself back up into a handstand. So, I'd be willing to bet, a good portion of that chunk is muscle. That kid can pick me up.
[This message edited by Weatherly at 6:04 PM, January 14th (Tuesday)]
Your Ex's GF is obviously drinking the cool-aid of the hyper-skinny media. Where does she get off saying anything to your DS! Our parenting plan states that only the 'parents' will parent our kids, and any SOs will stay out of it. FTB!
Two steps forward and one step backwards, is still progress.
Hugs to you and the kids!
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(((Weatherly and boys)))
Your boys are adorable and very fit.
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