Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Maniacal Vent Post
So I'm sitting here playing around on the computer and Maury Povich is on in the background. It is yet another "that's just my baby's daddy" show. You know, the ones where they test 15 different guys and none of them are the dad? Yeah well, the sad thing is, I could totally be on the show. Except I would only need one guy to go on. But they would be testing and re-testing my daughter's dad because despite the fact that I never cheated on him, he doesn't believe that she's his. And here's the best part... EVEN AFTER A DNA TEST, he still "doesn't believe it" (which translates to "I don't want to have to take any kind of responsibility for my daughter, the same way I tried to get out of taking responsibility for my other kid. Instead of helping support my child(ren), I would rather party with my new loser friends and my (surprisingly nice and too good looking for him) girlfriend."). Oh yes, DNA tests are wrong all the time... they're practically useless. Forget the fact that a simple DNA test could put you in the electric chair because they're so accurate. No, just sit there and insist that the whole world is plotting against you. ARGH! Ok, I just vented and I feel a little better now. Only a little... there's so many insulting things that I could say about him (like the fact that he tried to say his other child isn't his (again, even after DNA tests) because his ex "was having and affair with his dad so the DNA's the same"). Is this guy a f*cktard, or what?
Unfortunately I got pregnant before I knew that. Not that I wanted to get pregnant (I didn't even want kids... ever) but I could have at least dumped the f*cker before it happened if I knew he was such a dumbsh*t. So now I'm stuck pretending that I think he's an A-ok guy for my daughter's sake For.The.Rest.Of.My.Life. (or should I say "the rest of his life"). He already insists that I turned her against him by saying this or that (like he needs any help) and, of course, I didn't and still don't say anything 'cause, in my opinion, that's like telling a kid that 1/2 of them is a worthless piece of crap... which HE is. But it's ok for him to tell her all kinds of neat... "colorful" stuff about me... and I know he does (make that "did", since he hasn't seen her in oh, about 2 years) 'cause he used to tell his son that "Mommy's a bitch" and he (his son) would go home and call her that. Then when she would say something to him about it, he would just laugh like it so f-n hilarious. Damn, I'm getting more and more pissed the more I think about it. Yeah, I need to stop posting and
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