I am still struggling with asthma this week. The lack of oxygen is impairing my brain function and sapping my energy. I have brought out a post from last year for your entertainment. By the way, he filed for divorce about 6 weeks ago.
A sociopath in bipolar clothing. The self-absorbed narcissist with three baby daddies. This chick convinced a man twelve years her senior to take charge of some other guy’s kid, while pregnant with said child. Shortly after the birth of this child, she announces she is expecting again! Yippee! A thirteen month spread is more impressive than the mere seventeen months between her first two Oh yes, the current fetus is numero cuatro.
Somehow amongst the getting pregnant, conniving to take advantage of idiot lonely men and lying for no good reason, she has time for vacation. Correction: Vacations. I must be in the wrong game. Maybe its my guilt-ridden-must-have-been-an-Irish-Catholic-in-a-past-life self, but going on two vacations in one year without my two older kids would not be high on my priority list.
Perhaps it is my judgmental bitchy self speaking, but driving my husband across the country whilst six plus months pregnant WITH a ten month-old in tow is nothing but ridiculous. I must be a snotty stuck-up bitch to think it is a giant waste of time (not to mention a recipe for divorce) to drive from one coast to another, then fly back. Their reason? So he can have his vehicle while he is in training for a few months.
What in the name of flying reindeer kind of sense is that? His company purchased a plane ticket to get him across the country. He cashed it in (maybe $500, the company gets cheap fares on red eye flights) and opted to drive to the fucking eastern seaboard so he can have a vehicle for a eight week training all to drive it back.
Is it a romantic notion? Am I missing something? Can a three-thousand mile road trip across the North in January be a good thing? I must be a heartless bitch to not see the good in this. There has got to be some redeeming factor in taking an SUV that gets maybe twenty-two miles per gallon down I-90 in the winter just to have wheels at your disposal later. I bet there are numerous ways to justify paying three to four dollars per gallon. Thusly wasting all the cash you got from cashing in your plane ticket before you hit Philly. Add up the cost of food, fuel and at least one night of lodging. Double that. Five bones, even six is not going to cover that. The togetherness quotient must make it all worthwhile.
I hope the third graders she ditched for all of this agree with her. She should have been forcibly sterilized nine years ago.
