We received a text this morning from D’s ex trying to explain away the shittiness of yesterday, but I haven’t responded, despite normally being very responsive, because I just don’t give a fuck. I’m tired of the excuses. There’s always an excuse. I’m tired of D being treated like a fucking ATM. He is this child’s father. It’s unexcusable to undermine his relationship with his daughter.

Also – I’ve been in the office for like 90 minutes and already drama is brewing with my shitbag clients. One of them called, said she was coming down, and that we could call the cops if we needed to, but she was gonna get hers. Whatever the fuck that even means.

Eat my entire ass, motherfuckers.