It took 11 yrs for me to reach this point, but it finally happened. Seems some ppl have been holding their breath waiting for it.
I had my oldest son when i was 15 and his father was 20. I dumped that fool when i was 4 months along because he couldn't hold a job and didn't seem to understand that he was going to be responsible for another life. Since then, for the most part, i've been the "nice one". He has other children by other women.
I don't talk bad about him in front of his son, never demand my child support (he owes me about 40 thousand), never talk down to him in front of the boy (which generally means we don't speak), let him keep the boy longer, have him extra weekends, occasionally provide transportation for the boy to go over there, and basically try to keep the peace the 20 mins i'm forced to spend with him every month.
This weekend he said that if the roads were bad on saturday he'd be keeping him until sunday. Normally that would be fine since he's supposed to have him until sunday anyway (he never keeps him that long). This weekend I told him that i HAD to have him back by 4 on saturday because he had something to do with the BSA. I told him if the roads were BAD, i'd come get the boy. Turns out the roads were fine. He calls @ 345 and wants to know if i'm coming to get the boy. Gave me some crap about how his mom didn't want to make 2 trips. I informed him that the roads were fine, if he needed me to come get the boy he should have called earlier, and that HE was the boy's father and he needed to get his ass here now. When they finally show up an hour later i didn't say anything to him. He tells me picking the boy up is a hardship on his mother. That's when i went off. He's 31, no job, no DL, no car, lives with his momma, and has 4 kids he's not taking care of. I informed him that if it was a hardship on his mother that he needed to get a job, get a DL, and get a car. He said that it wasn't that easy. I then pointed out that i was 26, been raising that boy w/o any help from him for 11 yrs, owned my own home, and worked 2 jobs, so i wasn't feeling sorry for him. He started to whine about his mom again. That's when the following came out of my mouth: "It's not your mother's job to take care of this child. If i remember correctly i was fucking YOU when i got pregnant, not your mother. If it's a hardship on your mom, get a job and a car. He's your kid, not hers. If that's too hard for you, just don't come back until you get it done." The whole time i was going off on him i'm trying to get my son into his scout uniform. My mom's staring @ me with her mouth open. And my son, goddess bless him, looks @ his father and says "yeah!".
I know i shouldn't have done it...or i should have picked a better time to do it. But DAMN! it felt good to finally tell him off. Now i know why steph does it all the time. :)
