Awful day and Awful night, I’m going to bed.
Do not tell me when to potty train my son.
Do NOT tell me when I can and can not move out.
STOP asking me how much money we have, it’s none of your worries. I don’t ask you for a dime.
STOP giving me your “opinion” I don’t want to hear it.
STOP going behind my back and telling everyone some BULLSHIT lies, so they make you look like the better person and makes us look like trash.
STOP telling me you don’t want us to spend money on OUR child’s birthday.
STOP telling me that I don’t need to cook that YOU’LL buy the food for his birthday.
This is the one day out of the god damn year that I get to enjoy myself in baking and cooking and buying things and celebrating the birth of my child. My baby, is going to be 2 years old I will BUY and make WHATEVER I want to without your god damn permission.
-END RANT.
faithanne Asked: Thank you so much! And oh my goodness your kids are adorable, by the way :)You’re welcome! I’m about to dye my hair back to black. It look’s awesome on you!
And thank you! They’re pretty great!
