The school year started and you didn’t even bother wishing your boys a good first day. Not when they left your house, not a phone call, not showing up to school. Nothing.
A day and a half later you posted a blurry #tbt picture that your new “soul sister” took of you and the dudes last weekend, gushing over her first, then wondering how your kids got so big. A picture that would have never happened should I have not forbidden their father to go along with your request to pick up the boys, so you can go get crunk with your internet friend.
Aside from their grandmother buying their school supplies, us buying their clothes, lunch bags and the rest, you decided to give them new backpacks that were discounted at your work. Hi. I got them new backpacks right before the end of last school year after you kept sending them back to us with ones that were falling apart.
Oh, and once again you didn’t feel it was important to let anyone know about how they’d be getting home for the rest of the week while in your care. Thanks for that.
And you’re welcome, your youngest’s teacher this year is the one I requested last year, because you wouldn’t have given half a shit about it even if you turned the volume down on your shiteous musical choices, and actually listened to what your eldest child was complaining about. Or helped him with his homework for that matter.
You wasted another summer not allowing your kids to play in the yard, because of “all the dog poop”. You fed them fast food. You bought them useless plushy toys. You refused to see them for days after landing home post work trip. You even let them spend your weekend days with the nanny, and in a daycare center, so that you could go to your pole dancing classes and go shopping for cheap stripper clothes that you do a complete injustice to. Oh, and selfies. Lots of those.
You deserve everything that will come to you.