Sweety called the cuntofanexwife this morning. The boys' grades have fallen this year and the only thing that is being done differently this year as opposed to the past 6 is that they are at her house every other Monday now. And with where she is living, they are both having to wake up at 6 in the morning instead of 7 and 8. LittleBrother has to be at school by 7:30 and BigBrother by 8:45. So Sweety suggested to her that the boys could come back to being here on Mondays but in the summer go to her house. She went apeshit and turned the conversation from the topic at hand (the boys' grades) to a wide variety of things. Apparently, I need to have a child because then I could get some maternal instincts. How about you shut your fucking piehole and quit worrying about my uterus?
What a dumbass. I have tried really hard the past few weeks to keep my lips zipped about her and not think bad thoughts, but it is hard.