It’s really personal, so if you’re just a random Debbie’s kinda funny reader ya might wanna skip this one.

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A couple of months ago Ginnie mentioned that Brittany (my niece who lived with us for a couple of her emotional teenage years) told her a big ugly. That Buck had touched her (at least once) inappropriately. That’s about all I got… you know getting information second-hand isn’t something you act upon. My first thought was bullshit, then well… maybe who knows right? Thousands of spouses always say NEVER! So I suggested to Ginnie that she maybe ask her girlfriends in a round-about way if anything he did made them uncomfortable. Other than him just being himself; he always made the kid’s friends nervous.

And then it festered in the back of my mind and I mentioned it to a few close friends.

So… Casey and Kira and Ginnie went to their father’s for Thanksgiving. Apparently the liquor was flowing freely and when Ginnie’s boyfriend Roger went to pick her up TheNewWife kept him busy chatting and then told him to leave, meanwhile Buck kept Ginnie distracted until she was so drunk she passed out.

Then sometime in the middle of the night he crept in and groped her. His own daughter. Complete what the fuckage. She said she pretended to be asleep and kind of moved away and waited a few minutes til he left the room. Then went out and told him she needed to go home RIGHT NOW. He said he was too drunk to drive (which come to find out he was) but she didn’t care and he brought her home.

What the hell happened to the man I married? This person, this THING he is now is so not anything like he was then. I could have never imagined he would act this way. I don’t understand it. FUCK blaming it on the drink. Does the constant drinking just make it easier for him to violate common decency?

So we don’t really know what to do. She’s not going to raise a stink about any of it. She’d rather just never get anywhere near him again than be all confrontational. And with it being all she-said and he’ll-deny…

I know you read just about everything I post, so here’s your head’s up. If I ever see your miserable face again you son of a bitch, I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out. Fuck with my kids again? I’ll pay someone to cut your dick off and feed it to you. I have lots of friends now, someone will know someone. And the moment I have some sort of proof or evidence or something other than her word against yours, your ass is fucked you PRICK! Vengeance is mine sayeth the Mom. I hope you rot in your bottle. All that drinking can’t be doing much for your new wife… that OR your tiny useless dick… but do you have to get your thrills from your own daughter? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

So Casey asks the detective (as he’s taking my number because everyone else changes numbers so often) how he got Ginnie’s number to begin with. “It’s what I do.”

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Also, Ginnie called her father about something or other and he tells her, “Oh by the way, I’m getting married on Monday.”

Have a nice life dude. Someday you’ll figure out YOU have to make an effort to keep in contact with your children. It’s not their responsibility, it’s yours.

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I’ve got a busy couple of months coming up. The first 10 days in July I’ll be in Minnesota and the first ten days of August I’ll be packing and moving to Tempe. I finally settled on a complex on Mill between Southern and the 60. The complex and certain apartments have recently been renovated so it shouldn’t be too crappy. The model was decent. Plus water and electricity are included in the rent and it’s still less than the rent I’m paying here. They have three pools, an Internet Cafe and a brand new exercise room on the property. I’ll have extra money soon! I plan on being a regular at IKEA.

I’ll invite you all over once I get settled it.

So Casey asks the detective (as he’s taking my number because everyone else changes numbers so often) how he got Ginnie’s number to begin with. “It’s what I do.”

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Also, Ginnie called her father about something or other and he tells her, “Oh by the way, I’m getting married on Monday.”

Have a nice life dude. Someday you’ll figure out YOU have to make an effort to keep in contact with your children. It’s not their responsibility, it’s yours.

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I’ve got a busy couple of months coming up. The first 10 days in July I’ll be in Minnesota and the first ten days of August I’ll be packing and moving to Tempe. I finally settled on a complex on Mill between Southern and the 60. The complex and certain apartments have recently been renovated so it shouldn’t be too crappy. The model was decent. Plus water and electricity are included in the rent and it’s still less than the rent I’m paying here. They have three pools, an Internet Cafe and a brand new exercise room on the property. I’ll have extra money soon! I plan on being a regular at IKEA.

I’ll invite you all over once I get settled it.

I watched her face, at the moment she was happiest and most excited, as she called you to find out where you were. Because I’m such a bitch I wanted to get out of your way so you could come over and congratulate her. And you weren’t there.

I stood there and watched her face as she was told whatever reason you weren’t there. I’ve never seen anyone so crushed in my life. Her face literally fell. There amid all her friends and people who do care about her, she fell apart. Sobbed.

You cocksucking motherfucking bastard of a so-called father. Prick. Asshole. SOB. Useless whiny piece of shit drunk-ass fucktard.

How could you? I know you hate me and I don’t really give a crap. But when you use that as an excuse to fail as a father that’s on you.  YOU MISSED YOUR DAUGHTER’S GRADUATION!

I’m no longer going to encourage these kids to call you any more. I’m done taking the high road and biting my tongue and telling them to try and set up visits.   Other than a few snide comments on twitter or here I have not been “trashing you all over the Internet.” Stop using me as an excuse for your own failings as a father. Accept responsibility.

You failed and it’s all on you.  There are no excuses.

I watched her face, at the moment she was happiest and most excited, as she called you to find out where you were. Because I’m such a bitch I wanted to get out of your way so you could come over and congratulate her. And you weren’t there.

I stood there and watched her face as she was told whatever reason you weren’t there. I’ve never seen anyone so crushed in my life. Her face literally fell. There amid all her friends and people who do care about her, she fell apart. Sobbed.

You cocksucking motherfucking bastard of a so-called father. Prick. Asshole. SOB. Useless whiny piece of shit drunk-ass fucktard.

How could you? I know you hate me and I don’t really give a crap. But when you use that as an excuse to fail as a father that’s on you. YOU MISSED YOUR DAUGHTER’S GRADUATION!

I’m no longer going to encourage these kids to call you any more. I’m done taking the high road and biting my tongue and telling them to try and set up visits. Other than a few snide comments on twitter or here I have not been “trashing you all over the Internet.” Stop using me as an excuse for your own failings as a father. Accept responsibility.

You failed and it’s all on you. There are no excuses.

A. I don’t believe there is a God.

B. Even if it turns out there is one, she certainly isn’t posting on twitter.

So yeah, today I clicked back over to the guy’s twitter page and found these posts to me.  Cuz I’ve blocked him I didn’t get them through my twhirl and hopefully neither did anyone else I know.  What a jerk!

@spellwight Apologies, but atheists all at least become agnostics right before death. You may hate me but I still love you.

Can I hate the clueless person using twitterberry?  Oh yes!  More and more each moment.  Can I hate the so-called Loving God?  Can’t hate what you don’t believe even exists.  And could you maybe prove that little last-minute conversion theory of yours?

@spellwight I read the complete authorship. I am saddened by the circumstances. I will always be with you.

Can you say obtuse?  Some people.

After discussing the car use needs between us…

G: And Papa says he’ll pick me up here at 7:00 (so they can go play pool together – the first time he’s EVER asked her to go do anything with him).  He doesn’t want to ‘run into’ you (she fingered air quotes) so he suggested I send you out somewhere.  And I told him it was your house and you’d probably be home.  He said something about you not wanting to see him either (true dat) so maybe you might.

Me: *snort* Fuck him, I’ll stand on the patio and wave.

G: Ha.  Oh, and he asked me if Vickie could come with us cuz I need to get to know her better cuz she’s going to be around for a long time.  I said (she rolled her eyes) fine and he asked me (something about driving versus being picked up I forget how she phrased it) and I told him Corey could drive me if he was also invited.  Papa said no (she’s sneering like he would) he didn’t want that kid anywhere around and I wanted to say right back to him “you need to get to know him better cuz he’s going to be around for a long time.”

This is why I love my kid so much.  Now if she could just SAY that to her father, but she’s just trying to maintain some sort of communication with him and doesn’t want to rock the boat.  I’m planning a “don’t take any shit from either of them” pep talk before they pick her up tonight.

Dammit he’s such an ass!  I had a dream last night that included him somehow borrowing my shower and I went to put something in his duffel bag, and it was full of guns and money rolls like duct tape rolls.  I grabbed a roll of money and waved it at him and hollered CHILD SUPPORT and then woke up before he could answer.  Weird.  Would it be worth a roll of money to let him in to borrow my shower?  Still debating that one.

Today is the 1st anniversary of our final divorce date.  Although I left him August 1st, 2007 our divorce wasn’t finalized until the following February.  Boy has it been a freeing and happy year in so many ways.  Sure I haven’t found anyone else to pass the time, but being alone isn’t as bad as you’d think.  The only bad part is the lack of money but that will get better soon.  I get out of this apartment in August and that should cut my rent by a third and my new car payment is another third better than the last one.  I even have car insurance now.

And for the most part, I’m so much happier.  I didn’t realize how bad it was til I wasn’t there anymore.

Oh, and I got a message from Max yesterday.  An unfamiliar phone number so I didn’t answer and I missed his call but he says he’ll call back today.  At least I heard his voice.  He said they’ve been busy, they’re moving them again, and that he’s fine and sorry it took so long to call.