You know, it's a bit like being woken up one day, and being told...
"Remember how you were saying that we couldn't afford a holiday? Well, I kinda ignored everything that we discussed and booked a £600 holiday on the credit card...I hope you don't mind."

Oh...wait a minute....that rings a bell!!!

Oh yeah, of course...that is exactly what DID happen.
Kinda like, "What do you think?....yeah?..well, I'm gonna do what the fuck I like anyway!"

Fancy telling the kids that Santa aint coming to my house...WTF!
Is it me, or is that just plain twisted?

I've told her to not talk to me, for fear that I might say something that I regret!
And yet she sends another text, saying that basically I am a waste of space and that I am shirking on my responsibilities as a father!

And damning me in front of the kids is being responsible???

I've never done that to her, despite what I think of her - I've never bad-mouthed her to the kids, and never would....
She, it seems, is not so gracious as she is trying to make out!

Fucking fuck bollocks

Res the unhappy bunny