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The Ex’s Brother Strikes Again

This seems to be in response to my last post, and while I generally try not to feed nasty, overweight trolls, I decided a little amusement was in order for an otherwise busy Saturday morning. Be glad you don’t have this particular brand of crazy in YOUR family.troll

The email address is obviously fake, but the IP is not. ‘Ybil’ obviously standing for ‘your brother in law’, and I REALLY wish he’d quit referring to himself as that, because I certainly don’t claim him.

Author : Ybil (IP: 68.63.56.13 , c-68-63-56-13.hsd1.al.comcast.net)
E-mail : tifolluf@erauoy.com
URL :
Whois : http://ws.arin.net/cgi-bin/whois.pl?queryinput=68.63.56.13
Comment:
“They need you to be their mother, to be strong and to spend your energy on loving them…” I could not agree more. This is 100% right. But she is focused on being greedy and more worried about material things than seeing and spending time with her children.

(Sara’s note here- I was supposed to see my kids this weekend but my ex decided I was not ALLOWED to have them this weekend as planned because I refused to agree to a ‘permanent’ change of visitation schedule when we are waiting to get orders from the judge on this literally any day now.  I’m not stupid, I do what the judge tells me, not my ex, and when I refused to agree to it he said I am not allowed to take the kids this weekend.)

“…instead of wasting it on pleasing someone who is impossible to make happy and being a slave.” What the heck are you going on about? Who do you think she is trying to please that is impossible, herself? “A slave,” who the heck is she a slave too, her own selfish, misguided hatefulness?

I guess you and her both think that you can do mean, hateful crap to people and they are supposed to just take it, accept it, and be just as nice and amiable in return. The two of you cannot get the support you need from what family and friends you have left, so you turn to these blogs to try and muster support for the mean, hateful crap you have done, and have the nerve to call it “growing.” What amazes me even more is that there are folks out there that buy your crap. But there is a common denominator in those that agree with you; it appears that most of them have done the same evil crap you two have done.

How long were you married? She has been married twice and now divorced twice. It will be interesting to see which one of you cheats on the other first. Good luck with that, you two deserve each other. Let us see if this post sees the light of day, and if it does how you will spin it.

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I Should Have Let Him Continue Thinking I Had a Penis

My three year old and I have been having an ongoing conversation for months that goes something like this-

“Mommy, do you have a pee-pee?”

“No baby, mommy is a girl, girls don’t have pee-pees.”

“But sissy has a pee-pee, she told me she does!” (Wondering where I was when this conversation occurred??)

“No sweetie, I promise you, sissy most definitely does not have a pee-pee. Only boys have them.”

To which he generally gives me one of his Mom’s Gone Dumb looks and runs off.

Not long ago when the older two were in school, he followed me into the bathroom and tried to engage me in this particular dialog again as I sat on the toilet.

“Mommy, do you have a pee-pee?”

“No baby, mommy is a girl, girls don’t have pee-pees.”

“Yes you do, let me see!”

At this point I paused, and debated what he’d just asked me. Several people had told me to just show him and get it over with, that his curiosity would be sated, and we’d finally end this debate. On the other hand, I felt sort of uncomfortable with the idea of exposing myself to my three year old, whom I hadn’t been naked around in some time. Frustration won over prudishness, and I let him look.

“See, mommy doesn’t have a pee-pee!” I told him.

He looked over, and then looked up at me, his brown eyes wide with shock and what almost looked like a hint of fear. His mouth dropped open.

Mommy, did you broked it?!?

*sigh*

Once again the race to therapy over the penis issues is officially on.