You called my son an idiot for bringing you a piece of toilet paper instead of a tissue to blow your nose. He's 8.
And if after 8 yrs of being a parent you still think it's ok to tell a child something like that then you're the idiot. The kind that could never be taught. Because you're a bitter, cruel, self centered asshole.
But I'm an idiot too. What in the world made me think you were the one?
Since day one you've gone to great lengths to break me, damage and punish me.
I could take it. But now you're lashing out at my children.
For my bad choices I almost deserve your harshness. But they do not. They only want your love, your affection, your time. They don't deserve your moods, your temper, your wrath.
My heart is frozen in fright at the thought of confronting you. That's because you're a bully.
But believe me. Your days are numbered. My patience runs out in proportion to my building nerve. Your rein as Failure Father of the Year will come to an end shortly.
