Happy Fucking 14th.

Our youngest has been gone for about two weeks, the normal amount of time for him to be gone.

His time with us started when my wife texted me:

Apparently I'm supposed to pick up [our youngest] from school.  He's asking where I am.  On my way to him.

Let me spell this out for you.
Our Youngest goes to school.
His Father tell him his Mother will be picking him up from school.
His Father tells him this because this is not the usual thing.
Father does not discuss this with Mother.
So when Youngest gets out of school, he is left with this thought,
"Mom didn't come and pick me up."
Youngest has negative thoughts about Mother.
And there's not much Mother can do about it.
She could complain to Youngest about Father.
"He didn't tell me."
But Youngest has had enough of the fighting.
It's tough raising a kid.
It's even tougher raising a kid when his other parent is trying to turn him against you.

So then he arrives at our house.
He is wearing the pendant that his Father gave him when his Father got married for the third time and Youngest was Father's best man.
The front of the pendant, which looks like a dog tag, has a deep Christian cross engraved in it, with the leg and arm pieces engraved to look like nails.  On the back of the pendant is engraved "Ps 144 1-2".  This is Psalm 144, 1-2, KJV:

Blessed be the Lord my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who sudueth my people under me.

When I got married, I focused on Love.
When Youngest's Father got married for the third time, he thought about War, and subduing people under him.
Fucking sick shit.

And then I was told that my wife's mother had dropped off crab legs for Youngest's birthday.
Crab legs are my wife's favorite food.
And when she was a child, she was told that she could have anything she wanted for a meal for her birthday.  She said crab legs.  Her mother said no, they're too expensive.
Now she drops off crab legs for the 14 year old on his birthday.
What a fucking cunt.
There aren't strong enough words to express how fucking horrible I think she is.
She and Youngest's Father are twins in fucking Cuntdom.  Fucking FUCKING CUNTS!!

And I'm supposed to help our Youngest celebrate his birthday today.
And I'm supposed to relax over the weekend.
And I'm supposed to fucking pick up boys for a fucking party.
And all I wanna do is smash everyone and everything!
Burn it all to the fucking ground!
Smash and burn and smash!!

Instead of that, though...

...I have blogged.

It's not even close to being the same.

Now... on to pick up boys and get burgers.

Hoo.  Ray.