august 8th of 20025
notes on life and all that matters, when I think about it I write when it matters and this feels like it does. My daughter and baby momma are needing of a place to stay as they attempt to get set up in FL over PR. There is something inside that screams that I was right and told her this is what was needed for the kids but instead I get this lady insisting that I help event thought she has no follow thru. Now I have to come out of pocket more money to assure my kids have what they need while she still is a drag on the funds available. There is a high level of f this lady type shit but this is the horrible experience that she has giving me for my life and I got to deal with it. Would be nice if she was actually capable as an adult but seems like this is life.
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