Yeah, you married my ex-wife. Five years after moving into her house and living off her largess, that is. You know, six months after my current wife and I got married. We got married in a full-blown wedding, with family; the two of you got married in Vegas on Christmas Eve with only the official witnesses. Boy, that screams class, don’t it?
I’ve tried to get to know you- I mean, hell, you get to spend more time with my son than I do. I’m not bitter about that… much. I firmly believe that KidLightnin’ is the most important part of this equation, and he doesn’t need to deal with the four of us not getting along… so, I’ve tried to arrange for all of us to go out to dinner sometime. ExLightnin’ made some excuses about you being too busy…
It wasn’t 'til about a year after the two of you got married that I found out that you hated me… from my son. I had still never even talked to you- heck, for quite a while Microbug and I weren’t even sure you really existed! How the hell can you hate me? Just 'cause I got there first? I’ve been over to pick up my son every other weekend for, hell, quite some time now- and you’ve never poked your fat, ugly head out to say “howdy!”.
Whatever. I don’t hate you… but I’m sure as hell gettin’ there. You’re some kind of children’s counselor- so why the heck is KidLightnin’ doing so poorly in school? Why’ve the two of you gotten into screaming matches? He’s a perfect gentleman over at my place- he does everything I ask him to do, and cheerfully so. You’re a counselor- why can I get him to behave, while you can’t? I’ve never had to even raise my voice to him- and the only time I’ve had to punish him was when I was maintaining the grounding the two of you have given him.
And why’s he spend so much time over at his grandmother’s? There aren’t any kids in that neigborhood- he spends all the time inside playing computer games. The kid needs sunlight, fer chrissakes! He apparently spends the majority of his time over there, 'cause there’s nobody to watch him at your place, and that bites. Of course, the ex works days and you work nights, but for some reason, there’s nobody ever home…
Oh, and about the smoking? Cut it the fuck out. My son’s clothes stink- I can barely stand to hug him when I get to see him- which by the way, is only about one-fourteenth of the time you get to see him (you know, if you ever bothered to, but I digress). I’d like my son to never smoke- you’re sure as hell setting a good example, asshole.
And then this last weekend… sigh
Microbug and I pull up to get the sprog for the weekend… hey, who’s that in the driveway? Why, it’s you! At least, I assume it is- you and the ex have been together for six or seven years now, and I’ve still never gotten even a good look at you, but who else could it be? And I know that you saw me, jerk. But then you ambled your ass back into the house- never making eye contact, of course. I assume that you’ve gone to let KidLightnin’ that I’m here, so I wait. Cool. Whatever.
And then I wait some more…
Finally, I decide to go ring the doorbell- maybe the kidlet’s gettin’ his stuff together. I press the button, and I hear the doorbell, so I know it works…
And then I wait some more…
Asshole! What the fuck’s your problem? Can’t you even answer the door? I mean, hell, I know you never answer the phone when I call, thanks to you guys having Caller ID, but you could at least do me the courtesy of answering the damn door!
Finally, the ex and the sprog pull up- they’d gone to the store, apparently. You never even bothered to let me know… no, that’s okay, I don’t mind standing on your doorstep for ten minutes or so, really.
Here’s a hint, asshole: it really bugs my kid that you hate me. He just wants us to all get along- he loves us all, and can’t figure out why you won’t even talk to me. And yeah, he’s aware- apparently, you’ve even told him you hate me! What’s up with that shit?
So, in closing:
Fuck you, you self-involved piece of shit-stained white trash. Yeah, I fucked her first- get the fuck over it. I certainly have. The kid’s the most important thing here, not your mysterious grudge against me. Hell, I figure it’s just a matter of time 'til the ex kicks your fat, ugly, lazy ass to the curb, anyway. At least I hope so- my son deserves a better stepfather.