Although this is my first posting on this blog, this is not my first blog. My first blog is more sexual in nature (not meant for anyone under 18 years old) and has nothing to do with my children. The address of my first blog is http://www.alternativealbany.com. Before visiting I warn you, the link takes you to a blog about living dominant/submissive relationships in a modern world.

Anyways, this blog is all about my kids. It will talk about anything and everything which involves them. Everything from my interactions with there mother (my ex), to my visits with them, and whatever else have you. Mind you my kids are my entire world and I am not just a father, not just a dad, but a daddy.

So for my first post I thought I’d share with you the latest myspace conversations between my ex and myself. It seems a fitting way to start off the blog. And don’t be shy with sharing your feelings after you read this.

My ex wrote a blog post on myspace entitled It could be better, and it could be worse I suppose!!. After reading the post which was mainly about her happiness at any and all cost, I decided to post a comment. Although the comment seems harsh and sharp, it was something I felt needed to be said:

In the process of making yourself happy at any and all cost, don’t forget your happiness is not the most important thing in this world, your kids and their happiness are. Don’t blow off your kids just cause you have a date. Don’t spend all day in the bathroom getting ready for a date, or for your boyfriend to get home, and pay little to no attention to your kids. Because like it or not, their happiness is far more important then your own.

Then the messages went back and forth as follows:

Her:

Listen, for one, you don’t know what I do or don’t do with the kids when you’re NOT HERE thank you very fucking much. I’m up every morning at 6, I make them breakfast and help get them off to school. I help with their homework, picking them up from school, anything and everything, so don’t even fuckin go there with me. Also, why is it you’re the only one who has to ruin my happiness? Do you fucking understand yet why I don’t like you and don’t like to talk to you?! YOU RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ME! EVERYTHING! For once stfu and DON’T give me your opinion until you know wtf you’re saying alright? Just because you’re the father of my kids doesn’t give you the right to lecture me about shit, I don’t fuckin lecture you about your life and how you live it. I don’t tell YOU how to spend time with the kids when you’re with them now do I? NO I DON’T. So back the fuck off for a change would you? I’ve about had it with you AGAIN. Not too mention, if I’m miserable I certainly can’t make anyone else happy. oh yeah by the way… i’m here every single night now that YOU’RE gone.

Me:

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed this or not, but I am not hung up on you anymore. I could give a flying shit if you are happy or not. You’ve made it clear from the day we split up you are not interested in anything involving me, friendship or otherwise.

However I am going to tell you how it is when it comes to the kids. You can delete me from myspace, you can block me from it, you can stop using the internet altogether, you can try to not be around when I come to town, but what you can’t do, is stop me from finding a way to let you know what I think about the kids and thier upbringing. You know me, I am going to find a way.

We have kids, thats my job as a parent. Just like its your job to tell me if you think I could do things differently. Get over it.

What I see and what I hear, is what I go on. You’re right I am not always there. However I see what happens when I am. I also talk to everyone and find out everything. We have very smart kids that have no promblem speaking the truth if the right questions are asked.
Or are you going to try to say they are not always around?

Her:

Yeah, if the right questions are asked by YOU. because quite honestly ****** i think, and so does everyone else that you are a waste of space, a horrible parent, and you come here to see the kids and spend more time with the TV. The way YOU word your questions are loaded so that way you get the questions from your children that you want to hear. Bet ya darian didn’t tell you he didn’t want you anymore.

Me:

Lets be real, you are plain nuts. All I hear about from everyone everytime I come there, even while you live there, is how much better of a parent I am then you. You wanna start talking a bunch of shit, lets go for it. I’m game.

Lets tell you how the kids said while they were here with me, that now they want to live with me not you. Lets tell you how the kids tell me that usually the reason you spend time with them is because dad and mom ask you too, when they have things to do.

Yeah I give you props, the last two weeks I’ve been told things have gotten better, but don’t start kidding yourself that just because you spend a bit more money on them, and you shop with them, that you are by any stretch of the word a better parent then I am.

But now that I’ve told you what everyone else wants to say, how about what I really think. I don’t think you are any better parent then me, nor do I think I am better then you. The fact is we are human and make mistakes, both of us. I was not trying to be a dick, just remind you of who and what comes first.

But thanks for your judgement it touches me to know that you care so much )

Thus is the story of my life! *sighs*