I don't want to help you raise your kids, damn it. You got 'em, you deal. It was your choice. I had no say in it.
I don't want to be the solver of all your problems. You made the choices, you solve the problems. Don't come to me and try to dump it in my lap cause I'm standing up. And now your friends come to me to solve their problems?! F**k No!
If you don't have the money, then learn to do without. That's what I have to do. Are you so precious you think you are entitled to an easy ride? Life is not an easy ride.
I don't want to spend all day driving back and forth across the entire city five different times. All of a sudden your babysitter's problem is now my problem? I don't think so. Solve it yourself.
And I don't want to hear your angry stomping around because baby... you ain't heard any stomping yet. You do not want me to get started. I'll stomp all over your ass.
And, damn it, I am not going to feel guilty about it, either!!
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2 comments:
whoa! You made a good point.
sigh. I was in the center of my anger when I posted this. Not the best time to go public.
To update this: the problem (that triggered this outburst) was handled and without my involvement. I wanted to ask how but I bit my tongue because, you know, its not my problem. (weak smile)
There's two sides to every story and only one is represented here, so just take everything with a large grain of salt. Please.
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