He went with his dad...I was at work.
I didn't hear anything -- all day. Finally I texted on my way home from work....and left JOel a msg on his phone....I got a text back "Cole's at home"....(mind you ITS MY FUCKING HOUSE THAT FUCKING HODGEPODGE OF A FAMILY ARE LIVING IN)
so I called Cole -- JHo answered
"Hey, It's Kristen, is Cole around?"
And he gets on the phone...and continues to tell me he might need surgery. (@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) So....we talk about his day and then we hang up.
I text Joel, "surgery?"
And he texts back "ya, the bone moved, they are going to re x-ray it next Tuesday -- if it's moved again, he'll need surgery"
So I'm upset -- more about him not telling THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD...than surgery itself (which is totally backwards, I understand...but it's Cole...and I sort of called this one....)...and I call my Mom.... She knows.
How does she know.... my brother told her....
...hows he know....my sister told him....
how's she know...well she works at my kids school -- so either Cole or JHO told her.
I want to DIE...and CRY....and hit the fucking GUY.
I text "please let me know about Cole's appt soon after they happen. I was worried all day. I shouldnt' have to hear thru the grapevine. I wouldn't do that to you."
To which...I get.... NOTHING.
Fucking asshole. Fucktard, ball-less, pussy whipped, insecure, rat bastard, loser of a man.
...only to come home and have my house be ninety degrees....my air conditioning is out...FUCK!
Fuck Fuck Fuck.
The clouds have lifted and the sun is brightly shining. My head is clearing as well, and my eyes are beginning to see the beauty of the light. Promise. Hope. Happiness.
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