*primal scream*

Ponine · 08-08-2006, 02:03 PM

I'm having a primal sream whist throwing myself a pity party.

My childs father said that when he bought the child a bike, he'd teach him to ride, and get his bike fixed so they could go riding together.
Here we are, a year later. No fixed bike, my mother and I are teaching the child to ride, and thier idea of a day together is playing video games all day, and not changing out of sleepwear or brushing their teeth till 2pm. (At least)

My mom thinks the child is getting heavy, and needs to lose wieght. And its up to ME to make the father own up to this fact. Hell NO.
But somehow, being the only one who leaves home at 7:15 to be at work by 8, gets off at 5, and gets home around 6:30 after picking up said child, I am the one who is supposed to find the time to excersize with the child.
The Dad doesnt see, Hey, I leave my house at 7:15, get home by 4pm, I could have some quality child time. No way... thats too obvious.

Dont even get me started on the fact that he told my mother he'd finish installing the rest of the electrical plugs in the house 16months ago, and has yet to come back! How do I know its 16 months? She keeps telling me.

Oh... AND.. she's daily telling me what is wrong with my choice in men. How they are all the same, have no ambitions in life except making dreams and schemes about money. (etc.)
The auditors are breathing down our necks, anotehr payroll is looming, I need to go to the dentist, eye dr, and ob/gyn, and have no time.
My hair is about to be two inches short, as if will help me feel like I made stressors go away.

I am desperatly in need of a calgon moment, but know damn well I have nothing to complain about compared to LSPE. Doesnt change the fact that I feel like I want someone to take care of ME.

Honey, I wish I could help and beat those student loan folks to the ground. Have a cupcake on me, diet be dammed.

08-08-2006, 02:03 PM	#1
Ponine Virgin Ears Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: San Diego Posts: 2,075	I'm having a primal sream whist throwing myself a pity party. My childs father said that when he bought the child a bike, he'd teach him to ride, and get his bike fixed so they could go riding together. Here we are, a year later. No fixed bike, my mother and I are teaching the child to ride, and thier idea of a day together is playing video games all day, and not changing out of sleepwear or brushing their teeth till 2pm. (At least) My mom thinks the child is getting heavy, and needs to lose wieght. And its up to ME to make the father own up to this fact. Hell NO. But somehow, being the only one who leaves home at 7:15 to be at work by 8, gets off at 5, and gets home around 6:30 after picking up said child, I am the one who is supposed to find the time to excersize with the child. The Dad doesnt see, Hey, I leave my house at 7:15, get home by 4pm, I could have some quality child time. No way... thats too obvious. Dont even get me started on the fact that he told my mother he'd finish installing the rest of the electrical plugs in the house 16months ago, and has yet to come back! How do I know its 16 months? She keeps telling me. Oh... AND.. she's daily telling me what is wrong with my choice in men. How they are all the same, have no ambitions in life except making dreams and schemes about money. (etc.) The auditors are breathing down our necks, anotehr payroll is looming, I need to go to the dentist, eye dr, and ob/gyn, and have no time. My hair is about to be two inches short, as if will help me feel like I made stressors go away. I am desperatly in need of a calgon moment, but know damn well I have nothing to complain about compared to LSPE. Doesnt change the fact that I feel like I want someone to take care of ME. Honey, I wish I could help and beat those student loan folks to the ground. Have a cupcake on me, diet be dammed. __________________ There's something strange, There's something wrong. I see a change - It's like when love dies.
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