When I met you, I thought you had a brain in your head and were a kind person.  But when we went to visit the Christmas tree farm with your daughter I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong. You belly ached about walking 500 feet. You told your daughter she couldn’t buy a $3 ornament for her teacher because “You thought she hated her teacher.” You wouldn’t let her buy a baby Christmas tree for $1.50, but you had just blown $20 or more shoveling food down your throat at McDonalds.  I knew then that I didn’t like you, but I didn’t dump you.

Then you watched a show at my house where the comedian explained the background on Adidas shoes. Two weeks later you try to tell me over dinner that your pastor told you that Adi Das was a man in the bible who invented shoes.  I think this is the dinner that you invited yourself and your daughter over for but couldn’t stop to pick up lettuce from the store for me.  And then after dinner, I played games with your daughter while trying to entertain my son who then hit his face on the coffee table–it was 9PM, and way past his bedtime, but still you just sat at the table drawing your stupid patterns on paper.

Oh and the classic “duh” statements, like “I never read to my daughter when she was a baby–he never showed an interest in it.”  WTF?  Can you use all those words in a sentence like that?  She didn’t show an interest because YOU DIDN’T SHOW HER A BOOK!

And so many others…

And that you told me you didn’t use drugs but drugs kept magically appearing in your house…and what should you do with them? Gee dumbo, I don’t know…flush them.  But I doubt that you did.

Or how safe you are with your daughter but you will put her on the back of your motorcycle, drive 50 miles in the dark after drinking at a party.  The ironic part is you drove the same road that the bus lost its breaks on THE SAME NIGHT and flipped over killing not only its passengers but the people in the cars it hit RIGHT AT THE INTERSECTION you turned.

You’re a codependent idiot. How dare you ask me to wake up my son from his nap to sit in car with you while you drive around.

Go back to your ex loser.  I’m not interested.  And don’t leave little notes on my door.  I won’t read them–and didn’t read the other ones.

Oh, and it is interrupting when you won’t let the other person speak.  You have zero respect for other people and deserve everything that has happened to you.

And stop lying about your money.  You got a 1/4 of a million dollars and HAVE NOTHING to show for it. LIE  No you did NOT!

So in the end, I knew better and this time I only stayed 2 1/2 months.  So I am doing better.  At any rate, much better than you!