The first argument we had was over the priority of her birthday over me going to see my daughter. I know she hates my daughter because she's basically said so in a previous fight, long ago.

"SHE'S NOT EVEN YOUR DAUGHTER! THAT SLUT JUST USES HER TO GET SHIT FROM YOU!"

Probably, but agreeing with her would only prove her right. I replied then with: "I made a promise to an unborn child when I was a child myself, and I'm not going back on it no matter how jealous you feel."

Cool, but when I switched my plans from going to her favorite nightclub for her favorite dj for her birthday to taking a small road trip to see me my mom and daughter on Father's day...hooooo buddy...

I got an insurmountable amount of attitude. I ignored her walking through Wal-Mart to buy beer (only beer, cut me some slack, they have more options than Publix). She could've burnt a hole through the back of my head.

Whatever.

All I saw was a woman who prioritized a night of clubbing over the "love of her life" going to see one of the loves of his life. We made nice in the car ride home, bathed and then the shit test came.

"You're going to eat my pussy."

Uhhh...I'm going to continue shopping for tools...I just landed a big job that I am very excited about and eager to celebrate :P

More staring.

Then crying.

Then she went to pick up her sister.

I put on some of my brand new clothes I bought for my interviews, and hit the door with three extra beers in hand.

So what if I'm sitting in a parking lot typing this message? I'm about to go have a fun night celebrating my recent raise in pay and SMV while she texts me and maybe a few other guys???

Good for her.

;)