I have reached the end of my rope. It has been mentioned to me (rather meanly) that I need to start minding my own business instead of other people's. And that is right.
In order for me to continue my existence here in sunny Florida, there are a few things that I'm going to have to not concern myself with anymore or else I'm going to go crazy. At the top of that list is what goes on with the boys when they're at their mother's house. They're not my kids so I'm going to quit worrying about them. They have their dumbass mother and Sweety to do the worrying. Well, they have their dumbass mother to do stupid fucking things and Sweety to fret silently over them. If that's good enough for them, then it's good enough for me!
Really, why should I give a sailing shit if she is cheating the government and toting around so many kids in her car that there aren't enough seat belts for everyone? I've already advised the boys that they are to each fight for their own seatbelt when they climb into her death-sled. Not gonna be a kid that I know that bites the dust in the event of something terrible.
What I really mean when I say "things that I'm not going to concern myself with" is that I'm going to ignore shit until I can't take it anymore then I'm going to run into the ocean, screaming, while pulling my hair out in big clumps.