They say actions speak louder than words, but I’m not so sure.
I believe a few statements go a long, long way. Case in point, J-Fed and his never-ending rhetoric. Although I realized months ago that we would never rekindle our relationship, he continues to seal the deal day in and day out. At this point, I wouldn’t get back together with him if he were the last man on earth and the fate of the human race laid in our hands. I’d sooner see mankind perish than spend another minute with him as a partner.
It was Sunday night and he called to ask if he could stop by and see daughters. I explained to him that the baby was asleep.
J-Fed: It’s only 6:30 p.m. I thought she went to bed at 7:30 p.m.
Kiki: No J-Fed. It’s 6:30.
J-Fed: Since when?
Kiki: Since always, J-Fed.
J-Fed: She still waking up during the night?
Kiki: Yes J-Fed. Once for a bottle between 12 and 1 a.m. and once at 5 a.m. for another bottle.
J-Fed: Well, she doesn’t EVER wake up here. You’re putting her to bed too early. She’s one now. She doesn’t need 12 hours of sleep.
Stop right there, Dr. Spock. I’m with the kids round the clock, except for when you take them on Friday nights. Don’t tell me what they do and don’t need. Unless you’ve lived it, then don’t assume you know it, asswad.
Kiki: That’s how much sleep she needs. My 6:30 p.m. she’s out like a light.
J-Fed: Well, I’m not trying to raise the kids. I’m sure you know far better than I do. I’m the first to admit it.
He backtracked… somewhat. I thought our dialogue would come to an end at this point but no, he opened his fat trap again. For the love of God, hadn’t anybody ever told him that silence is golden? Apparently not.