BM called DH yesterday....The sperm bank said that one of her friends told her that I waited on her (the friend) at work and when the friend asked me who the little girl in the picture was, I told the friend Atilla was MY DAUGHTER. LMFAO. First of all I don't have a picture of Atilla ANYWHERE at work. Second, I would never claim that child to be mine, it would be like personally applying for the Bad Momma label. BM doesn't believe me. I let her know (DH had it on speakerphone) that I would NEVER EVER call Atilla MY DAUGHTER. BM just arrogantly replies "You just WISH she was yours", lol, um no. My kid would be polite, humble and dress her age and not be a total snot. So no I DON'T wish she was mine.
BM was pissed. I am guessing this 'friend' that told her this was the same one who was coughing 'homewrecker' at me in line at the gas station. Yea...DH might have left, but BM was the one sleeping with EVERYONE on the side...

I still haven't gone through the WHOLE notebook of BM's plans so when I am finished I will fill ya'll in. But I did tell DH and he now picks up Atilla at a meeting place. He laughed so hard at the fact she is still OBSESSED with him. So no worries anymore just laughter in and at BM.

Oh life is entertaining!