Resentment (and the "Love Machine") is the Number One Offender

Little to no sleep last night.
Tossing, turning, RESENTING...
There's a 1980 Chevy Van with a flat tire backed into my driveway.
Not just a van, a "Love Machine"...you know the ones, and I want it GONE.

No child support since November, two months behind on the storage unit payments I was altered enough to believe the man could make, and there's at LEAST $200 worth of scrap in that thing.
Hold on, I'll go take a picture...this one you have to see to believe.
Where are my shoes? CRAP, where are my sho...

Can you even BELIEVE that? It's been in my driveway for the last MONTH! I live here, this is my neighborhood, nice, quiet, peaceful, NOT GHETTO.

It's just ridiculous he even brought the thing here.

Why? Because it was going to get towed at HIS HOUSE. I am truly a sick individual, this I am beginning to realize. He is The Mer's dad, and try as I might to think otherwise, he loves the little guy.

But being a dad is more than just doing the fun, easy shit. By fun, easy shit I mean...Cub Scouts, Chess Club, and playing on MY electronic equipment when he's supposed to be visiting Mer.

Hater.

Comments

[Stef]

Oh. My. God.

What an eyesore... ugh.

Tell him that he has 72 hours to get the thing out of your driveway, or you're going to have it towed. I have the number for Pull-A-Part around here somewhere... LOL

I don't if you can do that legally, so you might want to ask someone who knows about those things.

I haven't seen vans like that since I was growing up in southern California in the 70's.