I Spy Something Nosy

This is an open letter to the person or persons who are feeding my ex bad information. It has come to my attention that J-Fed has a source… or several. You see, J-Fed has a nasty habit of throwing accusations my way, and this intel could only be coming from people who actually reside in my neighborhood.

I must preface this by saying I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE. I’ve alluded to the fact that although J-Fed has moved out, his fan base remains intact. Unfortunately, the desperate housewives live around me, not him.

This morning he came crawling in to see baby daughter for a brief moment… or so I thought. He had an ulterior motive. During that time, he took the opportunity to launch an all-out attack on me despite the fact we had called a truce just two days ago. Apparently, he didn’t like how he looked in white. So he took down his flag and armed himself to the hilt.

“So now that you’re dating, do the same rules apply to you?” he said before I even got the chance to say good morning.

I was confused. What rules? Oh that’s right. You see, I told J-Fed that he could no longer have T.O.W. (The Other Woman) around my kids until her bitter divorce was final. I didn’t want my kids in harm’s way. But once I found out that everything was kosher with her soon-to-be-ex, I gave the Fedster the green light. Go ahead blockhead. Have whoever you want playing mommy to the kids when I’m not around… just expect me to do the same ?

Anywho, I maintained my composure when I truly felt like launching my laptop at his fat head.

“J-Fed, you can have whoever you want around the kids. I already told you that,” I said calmly.

“Just like you bringing people around the house. I know you had your mother keep daughter outside because you had your boyfriend over the other night. He was driving a black Toyota,” J-Fed told me. I tried not to laugh. Stupid is as stupid believes.