Even though it's pretty late, my son has finally come back home to me!
It was originally planned, for me to get him when I got off of work earlier today, around 330pm.
But his father, being the arrogant asshole that he is, didn't give him to me until 1030pm. On top of that, HE didn't even bring him to me. His sister did. I was ok with that, just as long as it wasn't his mother.
So we exchange words, and all that good stuff, I pack my beautiful creation and his bag into the house, TO FIND DISAPPOINTMENT.
First off, I didn't receive his 2 sippy cups; I was a little upset about that.
Second, I received a total of 12 diapers. 8 were a size 4, and the other 4 diapers were a size 5. Now, My son's father, and his mother, have a habit of being the parents and grandparents they are, of buying things for my son. Which is fine, but I don't see anything they buy. Everything they purchase for him, they leave it over there. Whether it be clothes, shoes, toys, etc. etc. I have been telling my son's father,and I was currently not working at the moment {[when i did have money, i would get things he needed or a few extra things, and my son's father and family always saw it. I never hid or kept anything good away from them.}} that since he is using bigger diapers now, you know you buy them in bulk, so when I have him, you can give me what you have. Save money. You don't have to give me EVERYTHING but give me enough to last for the amount of time that I will have him.
I'm stuck with size 4 diapers, and you got him in comfortable big size 5 diapers over there. IT'S CRAZY TO ME. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT.
Getting off subject.
My son's bag looked a little skimpy when I got him back. And, I was very upset at that.
But no one seems to care. No one seems to understand. So they don't care, then I don't care anymore.
FUCK IT.
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