J-Fed Marks His Territory

Now, maybe he had slept there. Maybe he hadn't. More than likely, the slack bastard hadn't since he had to go home and take care of his dog. Maybe he had simply parked his truck and trailer there when the spoiled brat returned from a night at the go-cart track. I didn't care why his truck was there just as he didn't care what the kids or I would think when we saw it there first thing this morning.

You see, J-Fed cares about nothing but himself. He doesn't care how his actions affect anyone. It's all about J-Fed, and it's apparent his M.O. hasn't changed.

When people get divorced, they move on. I'm fine with that. Sorry about my luck that J-Fed has moved on with someone who lives two doors down from me and that I'm going to have to watch it all play out until I sell my house.

It's a shame too that in order to achieve peace and harmony I have to move out of my house. But if you think for one minute, I'm going to sit back and watch while he plays house with T.O.W. and her kids while my kids bare witness, you've got another thing coming.

He's already started helping her with things while I struggle to find a warm body to simply change a lightbulb for me (highhats). I'd prefer not to be within spitting distance of the situation. Hopefully, T.O.W. realizes that J-Fed will wreck her driveway the same way he destroyed ours. He's careless like that.

You see I know exactly who J-Fed is and what he is. But I'd prefer my children don't realize that their father is a scum-sucking bastard for at least for a few years. However, if this keeps up, it may happen sooner than I'd like.

In the meantime, it's time for a little payback. While I don't have a truck or trailer that I can park at a boyfriend's house in J-Fed's apartment complex, I do have the house that used to belong to him.