Pulled From the Wreckage
I thought my next post would have some good news. I thought everything would resolve and Jacob would have moved back in before the girls got back from their stupid visit with their stupid dad and the whole thing would have been just a crazy moment of residency panic. But panic turned into lies and more lies and pretty soon I found myself standing in front of the Marriott on Jay Street, receiving a text that he was at the birth of his twin sons, so sorry he can't make it to the child support hearing and by the way he hadn't picked out names yet. And then twin sons turned into lies and more lies. And I found myself standing in the middle of his new apartment, a dump of a place that he moved into in July with the other woman and her handful of kids from different men. His mom is there holding one of the new babies. Why do they look Latin? And I give this crew a firm, honest piece of my mind. The injustice, dishonesty, untrustworthiness and absolute psychosis that I've had...