kiwiwolf
Gun Totin'
- Joined
- Oct 14, 2001
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Okay as you can probably tell this is a rant. If you don’t like it leave now.
I’m living in a pretty weird situation here. I live in the same house as my ex and four kids, only one of which is mine by virtue of biology. Recently the ex added her new man to the mix, which is actually a financial godsend. I don’t have any problem with her having him in the house and there are no jealousy issues involved here. I’m actually better off without her. The only reason I stay here is because of the kids. Anyone here who knows me also knows that I live for my kids. Without them I am nothing.
Things were ticking along quite nicely for the first few weeks of co-habiting with the new man until this week. He discovered that I actually write on my computer and he has started to go digging. I usually go to bed at about 1-2 am. He goes to bed around 7-8 am. In the intervening time he cruises through my puter and today I found one of my erotic stories had been edited by him. Not only that but he left it up on my puter screen so that my 7 year old could read it. I am damned careful about what my kids get access to and was super fucked off to have to explain to Ashley that words like Fuck and cunt are not good words, and that adults use them sometimes even though they shouldn’t. I wanted to rip the mother fuckers lungs out, but I think that the last thing my kids need is an image of me pounding his face to spaghetti sauce.
I bailed him up about it and his answer was that I should change my fucking password. This little son of a bitch is a PhD student studying Philosophy. I think he should read The Art of war by Tsun Szu before he tries to interact with me any more. I make a nasty enemy but I think this guy is relying on my good will and the fact that he pays rent to safe guard his ass. I desperately want to fuck him up.
I know most of this means nothing to any of you. I’m not looking for sympathy or pity. I needed a place I could vent and here it is.
Rant over.
I’m living in a pretty weird situation here. I live in the same house as my ex and four kids, only one of which is mine by virtue of biology. Recently the ex added her new man to the mix, which is actually a financial godsend. I don’t have any problem with her having him in the house and there are no jealousy issues involved here. I’m actually better off without her. The only reason I stay here is because of the kids. Anyone here who knows me also knows that I live for my kids. Without them I am nothing.
Things were ticking along quite nicely for the first few weeks of co-habiting with the new man until this week. He discovered that I actually write on my computer and he has started to go digging. I usually go to bed at about 1-2 am. He goes to bed around 7-8 am. In the intervening time he cruises through my puter and today I found one of my erotic stories had been edited by him. Not only that but he left it up on my puter screen so that my 7 year old could read it. I am damned careful about what my kids get access to and was super fucked off to have to explain to Ashley that words like Fuck and cunt are not good words, and that adults use them sometimes even though they shouldn’t. I wanted to rip the mother fuckers lungs out, but I think that the last thing my kids need is an image of me pounding his face to spaghetti sauce.
I bailed him up about it and his answer was that I should change my fucking password. This little son of a bitch is a PhD student studying Philosophy. I think he should read The Art of war by Tsun Szu before he tries to interact with me any more. I make a nasty enemy but I think this guy is relying on my good will and the fact that he pays rent to safe guard his ass. I desperately want to fuck him up.
I know most of this means nothing to any of you. I’m not looking for sympathy or pity. I needed a place I could vent and here it is.
Rant over.