Monday, August 9
I am not, by nature, an angry woman.
I am so frustrated with my ex that I could just scream.
As a cheerleader and touchy feely support system for our son, he is superb...And that concludes our recap of his good points.
Wrestling is Big O's thing, he gets that from his dad's side of the family, and I support it enthusiastically if not always with full comprehension. I also foot all of the bills because things just aren't looking up right now for his dad financially. Things have not looked up for him financially since... jeebus, since he decided to pursue real estate.
I pay for a gym membership so that Big O can train in the off season. For his birthday, his father joined the same gym, not knowing how he's going to pay the membership dues, but because if he joined it came with one free session with a personal trainer. Which is what he gave Big O for his birthday. His Free session.
I did not mock or make fun. Turns out, this MAMON of a trainer (That's basically cocksucker is spanish, if you were wondering) told my son that he could make him a champion for the bargain price of $1350 for a 90 day session.
Guess who promised his son that he'd do his best to make it happen?
Now I am the great Satan for telling my son the TRUTH. That if $1350 is too rich for MY blood it's waaaaaay too rich for his father's.
Now I am the Shiva of Dreams and aspirations.
Am I wrong to be honest with my son?