There are so many things that make me angry, and so many things that push me off the deep end. People saying nasty, hurtful things about other peoples’ children? That’s one of the things that makes me hit the roof.
How dare you. Who the hell do you think you are? Where the hell do you get off thinking you have the right to call the adorable, cherub-cheeked 6-month year old of a loving, caring mother a “fat, shitting sack of ugly”? And then, even after you’ve crossed the line of even ASSUMING you can say something like that, you go on to complain about how she smells, how she’s ugly, how you don’t want her to be near you for fear she might touch you. Excuse me?
You’re a dead-beat piece of something that’s been sitting in her Dora the Explorer diaper for the past minute, mmk? You’re not her father. You don’t have a child in your arms because every woman you’ve come in contact with smells the “dead beat” on you. It’s also because the mother of your child left you because you have no job, you don’t go to school, you wouldn’t change your baby boy’s diaper because “it disgusted you”, you yelled at him when he cried, you yelled at her when he cried, and you’re a worthless flaming waste on society.
Are you bitter because you can’t see your beautiful baby boy since you screwed that up completely? Are you angry because the woman you impregnated got full custody and took away your visitation rights after you messed up even more? That’s your problem, not the child’s.
I laughed when you cried after Mia’s father beat your ass for saying what you did. You never, ever, EVER talk about someone’s kid.
Especially when they’re sitting next to you on the couch. Moron.