I just got off of the phone with Deadbeat Godfather. Of course, I had to call him. At least he answered the phone. I will be driving up with the kids so he can see LittleBird tomorrow. He hasn't seen her since she was 10 months old.
Fucker.
Even worse, I have to go back to my old job to do this. To parade my kids in front of these wicked, wicked women whom I despise. And not "wicked women" as is "you are so cool," but wicked as in evil nasty bitches who made my life a living hell before I quit my job. Who were so jealous of my maternity leave and work-from-home telecommuting arrangement that they did everything they could to get me sacked.
Deadbeat Godfather played into the whole thing, and I still think he is a fucker for not taking care of business.
But in the end, he is her godfather. I will snap a few photos for posterity and it will be done. I will have been the one who made this connection happen. I will have been the bigger person. Yes, this is totally selfish of me. Yes, it probably makes me a bitch. But when LittleBird is older she cannot ask me why I did not take her to see him. I will have done my part.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Oh God. I'm Biting The Bullet.
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Dude... good luck. You're a bigger woman than me. I wish you nothing but good things and thoughts for tomorrow.. and if you need bail money, you've got my number!
I may need bail money, but I may need a drink! LOL I am sure everyone will be on their best behaviour. Blech.
Um, that was supposed to have been NOT need bail money! LOL
Maybe it was a Freudian slip and you're going to jail for something? Fess up.
And, for the record, you are the better person.
Did he address his absence at all? Did he admit to being a sorry fucker?
Please tell me he did - or that you kicked him in the balls!
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