So this nigga sends me a text message this morning while I'm at work, " Looks like I'm back in your life, Lady, and i'm so gonna love it!!!" If he was in my face I swear I would have punched him right in his throat...but instead I just tried to kill him with kindness (or rather sarcasm, but he's too dumb to figure it out) and text back,  "Me too, have a good day babydaddy!" Twenty minutes later he writes back and says that he's gonna start to get his "daddy on" and come by my house...I tried to be nice, and take control of the situationm, so I  told him that I would call him...then I got mad...you don't decide when and where you wanna pop up...and frankly I don't want you in my house.  I told him that I would rather meet him at a park or someplace mutual.  I was not too keen on going to his house (if he even has one), so I opted to meet him at a park.  I forgot that our son was going to a friend's house, so he wasn't going to be there...I wrote #1 Daddy in the world and told him that the boy couldn't make it so we should reschedule.  He said it was cool, that we should still meet because he needed to talk to me.  Uh oh...What on earth do we have to talk about?  I think I'm like a dude when it comes to phrases like that.  Someone tells me that we need to "talk", I instantly turn into panic mode and disappear, lol.  But in this case, what on earth is there to talk about?  I wanted to tell him, "Nigga whatever you wanna talk about write it in the MEMO part of your check and call it a damn day!!!" But the sweet girl in me didn't write that...I merely said ok and I am now anxiously awaiting the argument that is soon to take place.  I'm gonna go pick up a Red Bull, cause I'm feeling a little sluggish...and this is one argument that has been long overdue and I want to give him all the attitude, sarcasm, and neck-rollin' that he deserves!

Child Support 3 Advice

I'm on the phone with a good friend last night...we're chatting about the blog and the latest drama between me and dude (it's a blog, I'm allowed to use bad grammar).  My friend is a scorned babydaddy/husband so I guess I should expect a bit of bias coming from him.  But this bit of advice was just too far off the map for me not to get a little pissed about it.  He tells me, "Babygirl,  after allowing dude to get off scot free for so many years without helping, you have absolutely NO right to go after him for support now."  Was he serious?  I would love to say this jerk's name, but I'm sure some who read this blog will know which "white boy" I'm referring to, so I'll leave his irrational thinking behind a mystery. 
Anyway...he says that I should watch out because an act like this would make dude come after me. He starts telling me the story about his ordeal...how when he was going through his drama with his wife he had all kinds of crazy, irrational, retarded, insane thoughts to go after her and just take their child.  OK, so I'm freaking out by this point.  Would dude really Come after me?  Like what does he mean by that...come after me?  So me being the panicky type that I am, I start to check windows, check locks, make it a point to wake up in the morning and take the mirror and look under the car for mysterious activity.  But, almost instantaneously (is that what they mean by bi-polar activity?) the panic mode turns into an angry mode.  How can someone be upset because they have to take care of their responsibility?  The way I see it, he should be happy that he only has a few years left?  Why should I assume all resonsibility?  Am I the crazy one here?  or do I have a right to feel this way?

CHILD SUPPORT 2

I got my paperwork, filled everything out, and turned it in. 

Backtracking...the babydaddy and I had tried again to be cordial and he started to come around and see the son.  They'd hang out, play video games, etc...friend stuff...not really dad and son stuff...it is what it is, but everything's gotta start somewhere, right?

Okay, so dude apparently gets the paperwork in the mail...I'd failed to tell him that I had filled out the paperwork to start garnishing his check, how do you really have that conversation with someone?  Nevertheless, I prepared myself for that phone call, and now here it was...I got the phone call at work. I shut the kids up for a sec, hid out in the back of the room and answered, "White girl (his term of endearment for me), you put me on child support?" Was that a rhetorical question?  Or did he hope to hear that all of this was a terrible mistake and they sent the papers to the wrong person? "Yes...I put you on child support...times are getting rough and I need you to help out. It's been eleven years since I've received anything from you and I think it's time you start helping out."  Long pause....I'm waiting and waiting for a response. I'm trying to take the baby-mama-in-distress route instead of the "Sign-over-them-gotdarn-checks-nigga approach".  I think it's working because in a calm and soothing voice he says, "Well White chic, I guess it is long overdue that I step up to the plate. So since I'm gonna start giving you my money, you need to start giving me that p***y! (really?)  .............more to come......

CHILD SUPPORT!!!!!

So after 11 long years, I finally gave in and filled out the papers to put this nigga on child support.  Four months after filling out the paperwork and sending it in, I finally got an appointment at that nasty Child Support office.  I went, preparing to be there for hours, and got called after sitting down for 15 minutes.  I gathered all my stuff, went into the office and once again prepared for the worse.  The case worker reviewed everything, told me that I was to expect some forms in the mail that should be filled out, I should respond within the time frame, and to have a good day. LOL, that's it?  All the horror stories I'd heard went out the window. I was told the babydaddy would get the same information, we'd both fill everything out, the state would work out the calculations, he'd get an amount to pay, if he contested then we'd have to go to court, if he didn't protest, I'd start getting my money :)  Okay....we'll wait and see!