SS treating me like a ghost again, even though I helped him bake brownies for his class. I still wish SS would leave the house with someone other than his dad. And I wish he would get a life. But he never will.

SO came home late today because he bought himself a new motorcycle. I knew what he was doing. He didn't tell SS though. And SS kept walking into the kitchen not acknowledging me and then walking back to his room when he realized I wasn't his dad.

When SO did come home, SS was right there immediately.

I then told SO in a sarcastic voice, while SS was standing right there and could hear me, "SS has been anxiously awaiting your return. He walked into the kitchen and was thoroughly disappointed to see that it was just me. I think SS was going through Daddy withdrawal."

SO to SS: (in a baby voice) "So you were going through Daddy withdrawal?"

SS: "No, it's just you usually come home earlier."

SO: "Well, this time I didn't. And yes, I have a life, a life outside of you." SO talks tough but he later took SS out on his bike and bought him Sonic, SS' favorite food out of guilt.

So I bitched again to SO about SS treating me like I don't exist. And now I'm just in a bad mood.

I've been wanting to buy a car, and I was thinking about getting a nice economical family friendly one that would fit the three of us, since SO bought a brand new bike instead of a family friendly car. Now I just want say to hell with it and buy a bright red fancy sporty FU car that SO will be jealous of.

Screw SS. He can just sit in the back flip down seat in SO's truck (not an extended cab) for 15 hours the next time we go visit his grandparents, even though he's way too tall. I told SO I will not sit in the back of his truck for road trips so his son who's taller than both of us can sit up front. SO said okay. We shall see.

So I'm looking for that FU car that I can get out and have fun in.