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Have I mentioned how much I really fucking hate my god damned bitch of an ex-wife?
I called her yesterday evening to find out what she wanted to do with Ben today. She didn't answer her phone, so I left a message saying I would touch base with her today, but that if the eye of a hurricane was passing over my house at 5pm I really wasn't going to be dashing over to pick Ben up for the weekend.
She didn't return my call.
I phoned again this morning a little before noon. No answer, I left a message. Storm's coming, what do you want to do, call me back.
She didn't return my call.
I phoned again at 2pm to tell her that the first storm squall was passing over my head, that it would probably reach her in a few minutes, that there were tornado warnings in the area, and that I wasn't going to be driving anywhere.
She called me back at 2:30 to bitch me out. "It's really fucking late in the afternoon to be calling me and telling me you're not coming. You're the one with a cell phone to use if the phone lines go down. You're the one with the laptop to keep Ben entertained when the power goes out."
To which I pointed out that A) I had left her two earlier messages that she didn't see fit to reply to, B) my cell phone was already not working because of the storm, and C) the battery on my laptop lasts less than two hours. Not to mention that at that moment I was looking at a picture on tv showing the new path of Charley, and showing the eye of a category 4 hurrincane with sustained winds of 145mph passing *directly* over my apartment in about four hours.
Jesus fucking christ on a goddamned crutch, if she wanted me to come get him early she could have just returned a call. By the time she bothered to call, it was already too late for me to be driving anywhere.
But of course, I'm the asshole.
I called her yesterday evening to find out what she wanted to do with Ben today. She didn't answer her phone, so I left a message saying I would touch base with her today, but that if the eye of a hurricane was passing over my house at 5pm I really wasn't going to be dashing over to pick Ben up for the weekend.
She didn't return my call.
I phoned again this morning a little before noon. No answer, I left a message. Storm's coming, what do you want to do, call me back.
She didn't return my call.
I phoned again at 2pm to tell her that the first storm squall was passing over my head, that it would probably reach her in a few minutes, that there were tornado warnings in the area, and that I wasn't going to be driving anywhere.
She called me back at 2:30 to bitch me out. "It's really fucking late in the afternoon to be calling me and telling me you're not coming. You're the one with a cell phone to use if the phone lines go down. You're the one with the laptop to keep Ben entertained when the power goes out."
To which I pointed out that A) I had left her two earlier messages that she didn't see fit to reply to, B) my cell phone was already not working because of the storm, and C) the battery on my laptop lasts less than two hours. Not to mention that at that moment I was looking at a picture on tv showing the new path of Charley, and showing the eye of a category 4 hurrincane with sustained winds of 145mph passing *directly* over my apartment in about four hours.
Jesus fucking christ on a goddamned crutch, if she wanted me to come get him early she could have just returned a call. By the time she bothered to call, it was already too late for me to be driving anywhere.
But of course, I'm the asshole.
