My boyfriend's toxic cunt of an ex bitched him out by text yesterday because SHE sent her daughter who will be 10 tomorrow over for the weekend without pads.  Step daughter never actually asked for pads.  She had been using TP.   This makes me feel bad.  Obviously I would have gladly bought her pads, though I don't understand why I was supposed to know she needed them.  I'm not her mom.  I'm not even her step mom.  What the fuck. 

Last night boyfriend and I were going to a late show.  I crashed a bit before and I woke up and sent him a text asking if the kids' mom had picked them up.

He replied that he suddenly remembered it was his holiday.  At 9:00 on Sunday night when his feral kids are supposed to be leaving.  He suddenly remembered.

I swear to Christ every holiday weekend this summer has either been his or he has gladly taken them so she can go on a fun weekend trip. 

I hate that bitch.  

Last week was bad Sunday and next week will be bad Sunday, but today was scheduled to be good Sunday.  Was.  Past tense.  Bonus!  Partner is so happy to get extra time with Ms. Pissy Pants.

Partner's ex is having a personal crisis with her step child who used to be a girl and is now a boy.  Everything is high drama over  there and she doesn't want her kids around it.  It's all very interesting and modern, but at the end of the day, it's not a weekend I have agreed to endure these kids. This was supposed to be my good weekend.

So Memorial Day was my partner's holiday. It was a 3-day weekend. It was hell. There was poop. There was pee.  you can read my past posts. I don't want to go into it again.  I ended up leaving with my kids and going to stay at a hotel.