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....
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I have a son. He's 30 and lives in South America. We're pretty close despite the distance. Reading your blog entry makes me want to call him and tell him I love him. And to hug him.
Please continue to have faith and trust in God.
Alieux