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| Dealing with DOPEY |
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| The deal Leonnie and Genevieve live with their father because they always have, and he painted me so black when I left that many believed him. The "Many" have never seen me or heard me with or around my girls. As I have already struggled and raised a family alone with no financial or emotional or time-out support from anyone, I rationalised that as Dopey will never have any other children ( ask me to tell you about "Dopey and the Vasectomy" sometime!!~~!!) he can find out what it really means to be a responsible parent, by doing. It might help him grow up a little ( Hope springs eternal!!~~!!) (Well that is the theory...) Access I am not going to talk here about" Dopey and Fraud"; or Dopey and setting me up within the system to pay him huge sums of money under the guise of looking after HIS own... , (AKA Fiscally screwed... )our agreement is that I HAVE them every second weekend. I wanted them every weekend (but he won't officially agree to that because it means it looks bad for him He gets them up and off every morning,and collects them, feeds them and beds them down each night - I think a daddy needs "fun" time with his kids too. The truth is each weekend he "unofficially" rings with a "work function" at some Hotel somewhere and drops them over. During the week each time I ring to talk to the girls, the kids are in the bath ( I must have the cleanest kids in town!!~~!!) and although the girls have my number he won't let them ring me. They DO ask him. This Weekend A phone call late Saturday.. ( Oh my what a surprise....) and their arrival hyped up on junk food ( How many kids do you know who say Ohhh Mum it is MacDonalds AGAIN... with a roll of the eyes....) Oh and OF course he would arrive early Sunday to get them...he even specified a time ; 10.30am. Snicker. Well they arrived here on time and took turns on the PC, one playing Madeleine and the other Put Put - 30 mins on and 30 watching... Sunday morning... on the phone.. Dopey arrives late... does Dopey knock or ring the bell?? nooo Dopey stands at my bedroom window listening , quiet as a mouse... I sensed him there swung open the door...( the shocked look on his face was WORTH it..) and asked him what the hell he had done to his hair ( Spiked it with hair product..YUKKKK) Shudder...sartorial elegance... too tight jeans slung low...belt hauled in too tight... middle aged OVERHANG... flannelette shirt...vest... I heard the silence on the end of the phone.... aware of the listening.... helped the kids gather socks shoes bits... CD's... and then the kids demanded they say Goodbye... *s* still smiling about that!!~~!!and they hurried out, and no sooner had they gone then HE knocked at the door and asked what I wanted for my birthday.... with a leer.... I shook my head... I realised he had obviously asked the kids how long I had been on the phone and who I was talking to and he decided to do the male territorial thing... Talk about feeling how a tree does when a dog wees on it... and strange coming from a man I have not let touch me since August 15th, 5 years ago... his idea being whomever I was talking to would DOUBT me... That stupid man isn't called Dopey for no reason... |
| Tracking and defining ME |