Cassie (scatteredrains) wrote,

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But you crossed the fucking line

Me: Hello
Frank: Hi, how are you?
Me: Fine and you?
Frank: Doing good, just hanging out over here. Hey I wanted to talk to you. I'll clean the egg off this trailer if you clean it off that van.
Me: What Van?
Frank: The one in front of your house.
Me: There isn't any egg on the van.
Frank: Yeah, there is and it really hurt me that you did that. Can you just clean it off?
Me: I'll see if I have time.
Frank: Oh jesus, Can you just do it?? It was pretty crappy of you to do that anyways.
Me: I'll see if I have time.
Frank: Let me talk to somebody else.
Me: Who would you like to talk to?
Frank: Anyone but you.
Me: *hangs up*

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Can you ever call here and just simply fucking say "Hey, is your mom there?" "Hey, can I talk to Joe?" Leave me the fuck alone. How difficult is that? Do I call his house and start shit? No. Do I go over there and call him names? NO!!! Who is the child here? I'm 19 years old and he doesn't live here any more so I don't fucking have to take his shit any more. I'm done. I'm done answering the phone when it's him. I'm done with trying to be civil when he comes to pick up the boys. I'm fucking done with this bullshit. It's ridiculous and I don't have to put up with it any more. I quit. FUCK HIM!!!!

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