My son is NOT a bastard you fucking asshole

My SO’s parents watched our son Saturday night so we could go out to dinner and a movie. I went to pick him up Sunday morning and she tells me that last week when both of the kids were at the house she told my son to be careful on the stairs and my daughter said, “Did you just call Brandon a bastard grandma?” WTF! She instantly asked my daughter what she said and my daughter said it again. She told her that she is never to say anything like that again and then she asked her where she heard that from. She says, “From my father.” (she calls my SO Daddy and her bio-dad Dad or Father… I call him Prick myself)

Now, on with the rant…

You mother fucking, cocksucking, drunk ass, smelly, stupid, cat felching asshole. How dare you call my son a bastard. How dare you say something like that in front of your daughter. That’s her fucking brother whether you like it or not and there’s not a god damn thing you can fucking do about it. Where the fuck to you get off anyway. You are filling my daughter’s head with a lot of shit and I don’t fucking appreciate it. She already told me that you told her that I don’t love her. What the fuck is your problem. I don’t tell her about your drinking binges and all the times you’ve passed out and shit your pants and puked all over yourself because you were too fucking drunk to make it to the toilet. Well, you just wait. She’s only 4 right now but when she’s old enough to understand I’m gonna tell her what a fucking asshole you are. Two can play at this game mother fucker. I hate you and I’ll always hate you… you fucking prick!!

In the words of one of this countries great leaders:

Ah feel your pain. I truly do. Ah feel your pain.
Kids are surprisingly smart about these things though. They know who’s an asshole and who loves them unconditionally. Mostly they just want the people in their lives to get along.

Get the bitterness out here. That’s cool. I know when you calm down you’ll decide that spreading hate through your kids isn’t such a good idea.
I had an interesting incident where one of my wife’s relatives wanted to come and fish on our pond repeatedly. She got drunk and obnoxious several times, left garbage etc. Finally she gave a hard time to one of our babysitters and drove very fast down our driveway.

One of the great pleasures I’ve had recently has been informing her that she wasn’t welcome back.

I’d say save the vitriol for the target and resist the urge to use innocent intermediaries.