No. Thank You. I Have My Own Emotional Drama. in meh...

Aaaaaand the emotional turmoil filled shit storm that is my daughter continues to rage.

Listening to her father, she went to the office to file child support. After a few weeks we now know that the alleged father AIN’T it.

Shortly after the last post, she called me crying hysterically telling me he’s not the one. She went on to say how stupid she felt and how it’s embarrassing, etc. Well this is a lesson learned then. There is nothing to do about it. She needs to just chalk this up as a mistake and join countless others who do so much wreckless shit they don’t know their elbows from their assholes.

Whatever. Not my circus, not my monkeys. I know who my kids father is.

When I say I am drained, it’s a mother. I should be cooking, but I’m blogging on my phone, sipping wine, and thinking about going to the store to spend money I don’t have to buy more.

::smdh::

I’m so sick of this shit…