Perhaps this is a term that is unfamiliar to some but “boot sex” is simply a simpler way of saying someone needs to have the ever loving fuck kicked out of them.
So we were enjoying a relaxing afternoon at home with no kids, something we haven’t had time for in ages. With school, work, and all the children’s activities we are busy people.
So there’s a message on the phone and it’s from Lola’s ex. He says he is going to sue for custody of our boys, they’re Lola’s sons and my (step) sons. He blathers on about why he is going to do this but it’s really about one thing.
My guess is that Maintainence probably caught up to his deadbeat ass and reamed him… HARD. He’s pissed off and being the dickless weasel he is the only thing he can think of is suing for custody. The thing is, he hasn’t got a snowball’s chance in hell of ever taking the boys because besides having to do it over my dead and rotting corpse, we’re good, stable, loving parents.
He couldn’t tell you who their teachers are, who their friends are, what they like, or what they’ve been doing since he’s only seen them once since Christmas and hasn’t even phoned… not even on birthdays. The legal system would call this abandonment.
So Lola is really stressed out, the boys were told and they immediately said NO. They do not want to go and live with their father, they do not want to be separated from their family, friends, and school. They don’t want to be moving out of the city they have lived in most of their lives. They said they would rather have me as their dad because I’m “nicer”. I almost cried when I heard that. It’s not really that hard to figure out.
So someone needs an ass kicking of gargantuan proportions, even if it was just all piss and wind he’s caused people to be stressed out and to make my children afraid. They ARE my children as well, I’ve been raising them for the last 5 years and been there through everything.
My boots are steel toed.
Don’t ever fuck with my family. Ever.
