Wow. Really? Fighting with me for two goddamn days over me asking you to pick your son up from daycare once in a while? Really? That's so fucking grown up of you.
I'm asking you to assume YOUR parental responsibilities once in a while. And you're pissed off. And throwing a tantrum. Wow.
You say, "Do you know what it's like to have to make ALL the money in the house?" No. I don't. But I do know what it's like to have to be the sole caregiver of our child. I know what it's like to have to stay home when he's sick, take him to his appointments, drop him off and pick him up from daycare. And I love doing all of that. I'm asking you, just ONCE every two weeks, ONCE every pay day, be there for your child. I really don't think that's a lot. Or too much. And your supervisor can go shove it up his ass if he has a problem with it.
All I'm saying is, if we buy a house six months later than planned, it's not the end of the world. But it would be nice for our son to be at home and be a kid once in a while, and not have to have the world on his shoulders.
Fucking grow up. Quit saying, "It's not fair". Because it is fair. I'm asking YOU to leave work EARLY (well, on time actually, maybe even work a little overtime) and be AT HOME with your son. I'm pretty sure that's extremely fair.
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