|
Carrie, give me an honest answer to this:
Every time I was in town, I tried. I tried to take him for a ride on my Harley... he said no. I tried to take him to play football.... he said no. I tried to take him golfing.... he said no. I tried to bring him to family functions like Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc..... he said no. I tried to take him for a month in the summer in the rig with me out on the road... spend some time together.... he said no. I tried to bring him to my home in another state for a few weeks in the summer... he came, and 2 days later, called his mom who came and picked him up. I called... I sent cards... I sent money.... I did everything I could fucking think of.
The only time he has ever called me was when his MOTHER need money for rent.
So I'm asking you.... what the FUCK was I supposed to do? You say I ran from my responsibility.... and I say fuck you. I did everything I fucking could, and got SHIT in return. Not to mention I paid my fucking legal debt every goddamned month on the exact day.
So what I wanna know is, how do you figure I ran from my responsibility....
because I really think you need to shut the fuck up.
__________________
SIG TOO BIG
|