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Happy Father’s Day

Today was Father’s Day. A day I think that every father should celebrate proudly and get a little pampered. The kids bought cards for their father yesterday. Every card chosen was very specific to the child and very fitting. I laugh out loud when I read the choices. The decorated their cards with to’s and from’s and the oldest even wrote a little poem to include with his. They were super excited and asked me every five minutes, after waking, when we were leaving to bring daddy his cards. On the way there I bought him a coffee and a muffin from Dunkin Donuts (we were together long enough to know that he doesn’t eat muffins but I didn’t want him to think more of the gift).

As I’m beginning to ready us to head over, I get a text message from a guy whom I have been trying to disconnect from for a while. Admitted I text a bunch of people in the morning, ‘happy father’s Day’ he being one of those recipients. The text was thank you followed by “happy Father’s Day to you too” of course most of the words were misspelled or slanged out, like; ty, and to(too). I am no grammar Nazi or even that good at grammar but I get frustrated trying to decipher ‘kewl’. I responded with; “I am not a father I am a mother”. to which he responds; “well you do it all alone”. I think I may have gotten a little mean with him but I have already told him I have zero interest but he keeps on contacting me. I told him, no I don’t, their father plays a very active role in their lives and he has them for at least 1/3 of the time. They have a father, I am their mother! I get it, there are ladies out there that have no support from the male that helped to bring a child in the world but I am not her. I have a ton of respect for her and I would probably crack if I had to be her, but I am not and therefore I don’t want the credit for something I didn’t earn. A new friend of mine, the mother of his children, left and is over a thousand miles away. He does everything for his children and deserves the credit for playing both roles, but not I.

His response to that was the most frustrating thing that I have ever read. I could not even muster a response, I didn’t want to explain anymore, it gave me a headache. “Well happy two thirds fathers day for doing most of it”.

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