Lots of Swearing

I'm feeling a little assholey today. Mostly towards my ex-wife, but others in my life are not helping anything.

You know what, ex-wife? You're not getting any more pictures of our son. Oh, sure, I'll tease you with small versions of them, but there's no way you're getting your hands on the full-size ones. Fuck you. I asked you months ago for one simple favor -- to burn off the pictures you had of him so I could archive them. I asked you on his behalf because I think it would be cool for him to have someday. The excuse you gave, preemptively, for not doing it? You're a slacker. Well, fuck you, slacker. You're going to be a slacker with none of my pictures of our little boy, and eventually, when your hard drive dies, no pictures at all. And all those moments with you and him together will be fucking lost with no hope of ever getting them back. And that is what he'll have to remember things by when he's all grown up. And that's what you'll deserve.

And now? You offered to e-mail me something I could use. Nothing big, but you said you'd do it. It would take you all of five minutes, at the very most, of your very "busy" day of unemployment to do it. But more than twenty-four hours later, after two polite reminders, still nothing. "Oh, I'm sorry!" you said, both times. "I'll do it right now!" Fuck you. Today, of all the shitty days in the world, you ask me to do something -- something that takes effort and going out of my way -- and I do it without complaint. It's like so many other times when I've gone out of my way to do things for you, to be nice to you. Time and time again, you thank me for doing these things, but then I ask you for a simple little favor, and you can't manage to do even that!

I'm sick of it. I try to be your friend, and sometimes you act like you want to be mine, but other times, you're a cold, uncaring, thoughtless bitch. And it's funny how the timing works, isn't it? When I do something for you, you're glad to have me in your life still. When I ask for something, well... it's not as convenient for you anymore, is it?

And of course, if I said any of this to you, you'd no doubt hold it over my head that you "give" me time with my son that you don't have to. Well, fuck you again. That's playing dirty, and you know it, but you don't care. Because you're selfish. You think only of yourself. You see only what you perceive yourself doing for others. You see only what you want.

I'm about to be done with it. You're never going to give me what I want anyway. Why should I bother trying to be nice to you anymore? I don't get anything at all back for it. In fact, you're probably going to take my son away from me, just because, you know, I'm such a nice person and everything.

Wouldn't want that kind of role model in your son's life, now would you?