Oh Take2, if only that would work!!!
Um, wait...it might work on him. 
Little vent here:
He sent that text to me in the middle of the night last night. But I don't get it till the morning because I turn my phone off now at night (seriously, why didn't I buy a separate alarm clock months ago? Oy.) Anyway, I just looked at the text that was on the homescreen of my iphone but didn't go in to the messages to look at it. I'm just past the point of fucking caring about his stupid ass shit. There used to be a day where I would have a compulsion to explain shit to him...blah, blah, blah. Not any-fucking-more. So I didn't see until after school that there was a big chunk of his text that didn't come through on the home screen. Here is the middle section of the text:
I just realized I hadn't sent my support check for this check....I'll send it first thing in the morning. Feel free to let me know in the future, you know I can be absent minded about such things when I'm working these hours. I won't take offense if you ask me where your support check is...
ohmyfuckinggod
Really? He's not going to take offense if I remind him to pay his SON'S support????
How about this...pay me my half of the tax refund that you agreed to pay me in the decree. Who the fuck do you think that is going to support?????? It goes to Teslet. Jesus Christ, I am not living the high life here. There are no big, fancy trips. There is no flashy, expensive jewelery. I don't drink or smoke my money away...or use it to scam prescription pills. For god's sake, my house is barely furnished because I'm buying shit back one item per paycheck. Do you have any idea how long it's going to be before I get around to buying myself a new bedroom set? I'm still fixing up all the shit you destroyed around here.
I am so over engaging with this piece of shit. I have sent nothing back to that text. Maybe I'll get around to texting him the paragraph number in the guidelines where he can read that holidays trump birthdays...hahaha I get Teslet for this birthday and the next. Then again, maybe he'll just have to read it again himself because quite frankly, I already spend my day educating and helping children with learning disabilities...I am not getting paid to remediate his ass.
If he thinks that I'm going to spend the next 14 years reminding him that he owes Teslet support he is de-mother-fucking-lusional.
Ex-shat, leave me alone. Go on with your awesome life. I love not hearing from you. I love forgetting that you exist for days at a time. I don't care about your work schedule, your inability to decipher the visitation guidelines, or how absent minded you can get. You have stripper whore to do all that caring and worrying for you.
Go. Fuck. Off.
Piece of shit, mother-fucker.
