Redneck trash (and he's damned proud of it!)

Dickhead called me back today. I called him yesterday to tell him I needed childsupport to feed the kids cuz we were out of food. He told me he was having too much fun to care and to call back tomorrow (today). Man I was pissed! So he calls back today and I am the wonderful sweet exgirlfriend (I am totally being sarcastic by the way!) He says he ran away from home (yes, he really did say that!) and that he didn't know when he was coming back. Hopefully never. But he said he would wire me money. So then he starts telling me how much his life sucks, blah blah blah. I aske him how much Wild Turkey has he had to drink? He said he's almost finished the bottle. Big surprise. Then he said to me "Why don't you leave Robert and be with me?" I nearly choked! So I said "I would rather stab myself in the eye with a pencil than be with you!" Thinking that would be the end of it he says "But why did you leave me?" Oh so many ways to handle this one! I went the way of salt, whiskey and bleach in an open wound type way! "Cuz you were a loser. You were more worried about sleeping around and partying and your friends, when you should have been at home taking care of your family." Silence. And I mean a long silence. I thought he had hung up. Then the Glutton for Punishment asks me "Were you ever happy?" "Yes." I answered. Then I was silent for a moment. "When I thought you had given yourself alcohol poisoning and were dead." No shit. That was one of the best moments of my life! Here I thought God had finally had enough with Shit For Brains and his bullshit and finally just put him out of my misery. No such luck. He says "That was harsh." "So was living with you." "Did you ever love me?" "I thought I did. I was wrong. I now know what love is. So no. I never loved you." "I married 'Halfwit' to make you jealous." "Ooohhh, you're bad. Can't win 'em all, huh?" "Why are you being so mean to me?" "Cuz you put me through 9 years of hell. How am I supposed to be towards you?" "You're the mother of my kids and I love you." "Get over it. I can't stomach the thought of you. And that 'mother of my kids' stuff is bullshit. You're the sperm donor to my sons and I hate you." Long long silence. "Okay, well, I'll wire you the money."

Man, if QuarterBrain were smart (and she isn't, really, she's not!) she'd file divorce papers, get her ass to Public Aid and Housing and have it made. Maybe, just maybe he'd stay in Gary,IN and I would never have to deal with him again. Of course, that would mean she would have to use the few braincells she has, and I don't think she has the capacity to do that.

God I would love to call her and tell her where he is. But that would mean I would have to listen to her whine and complain about all the terrible things he's done to her. I should feel sorry for her. A kinship, if you will. But I don't. Only because I warned her. I told her what a loser he was. But the Dumbass that she is she still married him and procreated with him. (On that second one I can't really say anything. At least for the first two boys. When I was pregnant with the second was when I really realized that I was miserable. But I was afraid to leave. I never gave it up willingly again to him.) Okay, anyway...so now I won't have to see him until he comes home. And he will. When he wants a piece of ass he doesn't have to pay for. Or that isn't related to him. And trust me. Neither of those options are below him. He is, after all, "a proud redneck." And he has the Tshirt to prove it.