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!