My ex tried parent shaming me last night because he has been taking Jackson to do fun stuff this week to celebrate spring break, and I’ve just had him hanging with me at the office.
I’M SO FUCKING SORRY I HAVE A FUCKING JOB, DUDE. SCRATCH THAT…IT’S NOT A JOB. IT’S A CAREER. I’M THE MANAGING PARTNER OF A FUCKING SUCCESSFUL LAW FIRM AND IT IS OUR BUSY SEASON. I’M SURE YOU WON’T BE COMPLAINING WHEN I TRANSFER MONEY TO YOU LATER THIS MONTH.
This post may self-destruct. Or maybe not. I’m feeling salty today.