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Well, she told me about it. She figured he’d told me about it. Thing is, I’m guessing she was considering an abortion and there were to factors. 1) She has had one before and didn’t like the process and 2) There is no money to do that anyway so she is going to take her lumps like an adult if indeed that is the case. She figures she is and that’s that.

Her father is a dumbass. He picked up grandkid after school. Held him until I got home. While there, daughter called me and told me that her father has been blowing up the boyfriends phone. Texting, calling. he showed up to their apartment yesterday so that when the door opened he could hit him in the mouth, you know, the way he did my daughter. So he told daughter that he wanted to talk to her. She wasn’t back from her new job yet, so they were going to meet up at my house. So he stops by with grandkid. I’m cooking and I ask him to let me talk to him for a minute. I think I mentioned yesterday that he called and was going off about her. So I tried to get him to think sensibly about this. I understand your anger. I’m angry too, but at the end of the day, she is still going to be with him so what’ the point in trying to find this man to fight him? He forgets he was a woman beater too. He didn’t do this to me, but women before me and a woman after me. And those dumb bitches was still with him. He countered with he was trying to stop this shit before it gets worse. They arguing now. Then he pushed her. Now he is swinging and hitting her. And if I know my daughter, she was fighting back. So in his grand scheme of brilliance he is going to intimidate the shit out of this fool. I told him you don’t know if he’s going to call the police or not because you are harassing him. You will be sitting in jail and your daughter will be laying right next to his dumbass. He gets pissed at me. I tell you what. I’m not going to do a mfn thing. I’ll let you go down there with your bat and deal with it.

I am so glad that I don’t have to deal with him.

The aftermath when he left my place: He saw the boyfriend and followed him. He went to the apartment and talked to him. Again. ABOUT THE SAME SHIT. Everything was calmed down and, as I said, he kept the shit pot going, beating the dead horse. This is why I don’t deal with his family. They will harp on one thing for years and use that as a point of reference to define someone. Like when my daughter was pregnant with grandkid and the kids dad said to my son something about talking to his sister to get an abortion. When my daughter called me crying about this, it turned into my son was eavesdropping on a conversation and he didn’t tell him to say that. Bullshit. My son isn’t a liar. Then ex’s mother said once, “You know, because E eavesdrops.” Bitch, fuck you. That’s where your demented ass son gets his shit from. And that has passed down to my son genetically because there are some things that he can’t let go. They don’t let go of anything because they don’t have lives worthy of anything. Uuggh…I’m so glad I don’t fuck with them anymore.

Anyway…
So I thought about it further well after he left. And this is what it looks like.

My daughter had an apartment prior to this and he was kind of staying with her there. I’m sure they got into it because every now and again, seemingly like every other month, she had a boyfriend, she didn’t have a boyfriend. If this is how it is with them, does he really think this is the first time they’ve had these issues and she still with him?? Okay.

And his as is nearly 50. He is following, chasing, intimidating and threatening a 20 something and said if he can’t find him, he threatened his family like he is a mafia boss. Chump mfr. Get over yourself. You told him you were going to hit him when you see him. What makes you think he was going to open the door for you? And then try to make yourself look like you’re the shit by saying he was scared to open the door. You are nothing. Trying to make up for all those years your ass was an absent parent which was most of these kids lives. Fuck you too.

I’m the one stuck with the kids.
I’m the one practically raising my grandson.
I’m still raising the children WE fucking had together.

At the end of the day, you take your ass back to where ever you and your girlfriend live and you don’t think shit else about it.

THIS is why I hate my ex, like so much.