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Well my daughter hasn't wanted to talk to her dad because everytime he calls he's drunk. And when she's not here I let the answering machine take it cause I can't control my anger when it comes to his girlfriend. My daughter has tried to talk to him about this problem but he's always to drunk to even understand. I want to know why the hell he can't call when he's sober? He can't freaken remember when he calls half the time! He has done this for years even when I lived in the same city as him. He blames me cause my daughter didn't want to see him most of the time. But I wasn't the one that would call when she was younger even up to last weekend saying "I not going to live long remember I love you. I have nothing to live for. He'd also call her names I don't think any father would call his daughter if he wanted to spend time with!

He'd say much more but I will start getting really mad and it's not worth it cause now she's 20 she can just hang up on her own. This was his way of making her feel guilty for moving or just not wanted to be near him. Sorry I couldn't handle him showing up at my house at 3 in the morning staring in my windows and scaring the hell out of me cause he just stand there. Or hid up the street from me. Calls drunk all the time and threaten me. He'd show up at my place and threaten me. He even broke into my apt one time and let my daughter's cat out and her beloved cat got hit by a car and died. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why her cat was outside. Then I notice my apartment door ajar. Then I saw my kitchen light on. Walk in and saw his grey leather jacket on my kitchen chair! He wasn't passed out on my bed he was out on the floor in my livingroom. I left and went to my BF apartment and spent the night. Any ways I went home when I heard his car leave the next morning. He had nerve to leave me a note that said something about having fun with some chick in my bed and thanks for the use of my bed. Funny thing is my BF apartment was above mine, Second he was passed out in my livingroom, third I was up all night cause I was so upset about my daughter's cat. All I keep thinking about was how am I going to tell her. She was spending the weekend at her mamere and papere's house ( my ex's parents). I wasn't going to call her and ruin her weekend. I also didn't want her grandparents to deal with this either. So let just say there wasn't any girl in my apartment. I would of heard her. At one point in the middle of the night I heard him go to the bathroom and go into my room and start snoring so where's the girl?

My daughter came home that night and I had to tell her. That her cat James is gone to heaven. She was 8 at this time. We got James for her at the age of 2. So this was really hard for me to do. Of course she took it so hard. But what ease the pain a bit we had another cat named hobo who cuddled with her from then on. But do you think he would admit he let the cat out no. To this day he says it's not his fault. Duh.


Anyways this thing with my daughter's father and his bitch hasn't been resolved. But I'm letting her deal with it. It's up to her what she want's to do. I've left that up to her for the last 4 years. But if she needs my help I'm there in a heartbeat!!

Anyho life goes on each day for everyone. If you want me to write more tales about my wonderful past let me know I got some real doozys. Funny yet sad with a hint of stupidity, a dash of bad judgement, a spoonful of love, a pinch of wonder, and a splash of wrong moves. But if you want something to read I have many subjects to choose from! Just ask!!
Cherlee