eterpay

So, there I was... recovering from not the greatest Mardi gras hangover...

I'm pooped here, man. I have a lying baby-mama. She's lied from day one, and we've (the family + myself) have still tried to bend over backwards to help her. The only reason that we are, is for Tyler. My little hombre. He's no trouble, but she is one piece of work.

She finally went and got a job... at wal-mart. It's not where she's working, it's the fact that we had to drag her to do it. She wants a free ride. She won't help herself. She thinks that welfare is providing for our son. I've only seen the little dude for a week out of the 19 months that he's been alive... because of her lies. I feel for this kid, man. This is killing me.

And yet, I can't find the stable ground to pull myself up onto, to be able to get him out of there. Most of all, i need to get her out of there. My safe place is gone. My house, my home, my family gone because of her unwillingness to just try.

I don't know what to do. Ritualistic suicide seems about the best choice, but I think that i may just go get the land based job, so i can take over custody.

What do "ya'll" think?