Liar Liar Pants on Fire

I asked you a direct question last night. You looked right into my eyes, then as you answered, you're eyes quickly shifted over my right shoulder toward the steps, then back to me. Clearly, you were lying through your teeth.

Are you ever going to stop being a coward, blaming everyone else for your misfortune and life status? Everything wrong is someone else's fault. It's actually funny to listen to you now. Funny and sad.

I know you know the truth. I know you want to hide behind laws that protect women who stop working to raise families. Except you didn't do anything like that. Even when you had the chance to get paid for it. You spent hours at a number of dead end jobs that paid less than daycare cost. You worked late and spent more than you made. You barely lifted a finger around the house.

You complain that our custody arrangement is 'babysitting'. You can't make doctor's appointments, deal with mid-day school issues, or stay home with a sick kid.

You lied and you cheated, and now you're planning to steal.

You have to live with yourself you lying, cheating, characterless jackhole. Only you know the truth. Some day you're mommy is going to stop bailing your ass out. Because I certainly have.