Fu*k the mothers of my children...

I have a gripe with every one of my children's mothers. First and foremost, I want to say FUCK each and every one of you. I'm not gonna say y'all's names, but I will say this to each of you individually. To my first wife, for years I felt like I should have fought for you and our daughter, but fuck that, you gave up and ran. You didn't want me in our daughter's life because your parents didn't like me, but bitch, you forgot quickly what I did for you when your "parents" wouldn't treat you like an adult. You forget I gave you a backbone. You fucked up our daughter. You chose to sleep next to a man and call him your husband even after being informed that that sick son of a bitch touched our child... You disgust me. Seeing the type of person you are makes me feel like the one again; I just keep dodging bullets. I have a daughter whose birthday is July 29th. Her mother... I loved that woman something fierce in a short amount of time. My gripe with her is simple. She's afraid of losing a motherfucker that treats her like shit and allows our daughter to believe that he is her father, and that motherfucker treats my daughter like a red-headed stepchild. I know this because I stalked his Facebook page as soon as I found out his name so that I could see who was obviously better than me in her eyes. There were tons of pictures of this dude with his kids and my daughter tucked off in the fucking corner not getting any affection. When I brought it up to her mother, she acknowledged it, and we had a conversation about it. That was while they were living together we had that conversation... she has her own place and is still up this motherfucker's ass. That doesn't piss me off; what pisses me off is she asked me if I would take a DNA test so that if anything happens to her, our daughter will be taken care of... So I said, yes, I'll do a DNA test, but I want to tell our daughter that I'm her father and build a relationship with her so the transition is any more painful than it will already be. This woman agreed with my feelings and dismissed the entire topic... by that I mean, my daughter doesn't know who her daddy is, and she's being starved of love under her watch, and she puts her own feelings above my daughter. So for that... FUCK you. My son's mother. I feel like anyone who would allow that to happen to a child is a monster, and she's lucky I'm not the type of monster that would ever say an unkind thing about her to my son. I know he will eventually ask about her, and while I won't lie, I won't tell him you're a monster. And for the record, I don't think you laid a finger on our son, but you know who did, and only a monster would protect another monster. I have a daughter who graduates tomorrow. I'm really proud of her, but I wasn't invited to the graduation. I want her to know I got permission from her mother to change her last name so that ours would match, and the reason I didn't is because deep down, I knew that the apple did fall far from the tree that it grew on for ten years. Not to say that I didn't and don't still love her, but right now, this is about the gripe I have with her mother. She lied to either me or our daughter and then told the truth to either me or my daughter but twisted it to make me look like a liar somehow when even her own sister and I have the same story despite not knowing either knew the same story, so... seems to me that we know who the liar is. And she's always, always, always kept my daughter from me. I mean from conception till now. So for that, FUCK you. This last bitch needs no introduction, but let's see what we can drum up for this dirty tennis ball. Where do I even begin? I don't regret my children with her. Any of them. But I wish I could have a flux capacitor so I could go back in time to the moment I knew that bitch was pure evil... I had just taken her shopping and bought her these blue slip-on Skechers, and the next day or so rolls around, she gets a little money and just blatantly said she's spending it on herself, and that's what that bitch did while we hung out that day... if I could go back to that moment in time, I'd probably kill my younger self just to make sure I never had to deal with her again. My gripe with her is ongoing, and it started when she made my kids call me by my first name. You know, deadass, her husband, he has to feel small knowing I live rent-free in her head. That stank is lucky I don't care... I have fond memories with my children that I will always cherish, but y'all gotta know something, you bitches are hurting your children, not me. My cut-off game is the polar opposite of my pull-out game. Thank that dirty tennis ball for that lesson. I learned how to cut off my emotional ties to protect my peace. And that's what I'm doing from here on out. So this final word to anyone still with me this far... lol I love you, hate is real. Be the light you want to see in this world.