The definition of a good mother..

For some retarded reason, we aren't leaving for the beach until tomorrow. I paid for the room for tonight [Saturday], Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. And now, we're not leaving until tomorrow morning? Don't ask me why. Ask my retarded sister.
Anyway.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table with my computer, with the bank's website open looking at my bank account. I'm almost done paying this months bills that needed to be paid. I'm looking over making sure all the money is correct and whatever. My cell phone, which is in my bedroom, where Ryan is, rings. I hear this big unhappy sigh or sound or whatever it is. Apparently my daughter's father needed to talk to me. I didn't get to the phone fast enough. He got my voice mail. Left me a nasty message. Ryan and I both, which things have actually improved, listened to the message. I laughed in my head. The message went like this: Hello [read with anger], why is that you never answer your phone when I call*? I wanted to see if I could bring my kid**with me to my parent's house this week. I'd appreciate a call back within the next 10 minutes. As we finish listening to the message, the house phone rings. Me, being totally blonde, told Abbie to go answer it. I hear this "Hello" "HI DADDY!" I rolled my eyes and walked out in the kitchen to get the phone. I said give me the phone. NO!. I want the phone. NO!. I just took the phone from her, seriously, if you knew her dad, you would too. You wouldn't want your kids talking to him. I do send him e-mails every now and again letting him know how she is doing, because that's how I am. Don't get me wrong, I want him in her life. But yet I don't. She seriously doesn't need to be around all that drug shit. Uh, No. Anyway.. The last email went like this:

July 1st, 2008.
Adam,
Abbie has been wondering why you never call her. Why she doesn't see. Why you never do things with her etc.. Give a call one day, you can come over and take her to the park, take her for pizza. Whatever. *** We have a family trip planned for July 12th- July19th. We are spending the week at Virginia beach with my parents, sisters and their families and aunts and uncles. Please try not to plan anything that week that you would want her involved with. Let me know about anything you want to do with her.
Give me a call anytime after 5 on weeknights or anytime on the weekends.
Rebecka.

So, I told him that I was taking her with.

In my opinion, the definition of a good mother who has children with another man is : Periodically updating them on their child/ren. Asking them if they want to do anything with them. Etc.
Agree?


In the court order, I have FULL custody. He has supervised visitation. And I receive support whether he works or not.
It's been that way since we split last year. I can count on ONE hand how many times he called to do something with her. Pathetic right?

*He never calls to do anything with her. It's always to bitch and complain because he's paying too much child support. If it were up to me, it would be WAY higher. Whatever.

**He makes it seem like his world revolves around her and that he actually gives two shits.

*** Him taking her to the park is like winning the lottery. She could care less but she does it anyway.


I keep in contact with his sister Amber. She tells me all about his new 'buddies' more like druggie friends.
I called her on the phone after I got off the phone with him. She told me that he got his current girlfriend pregnant. She doesn't even think they're together. I think it's funny. I swear to god. He's gonna have 20 kids to 20 different women before he dies. K, so I have 2 kids with 2 different men. Big woop. That's not like a woman out workin' the corner and gets pregnant to half her 'customers'.. right?

Alright, Enough rantishness, i made that word up!
Time to go pack some more. see, i'm glad we're not going 'til tomorrow. It gives me more time to pack more things. :p