February 13, 2004

no surprise

I knew that the hammer was coming down-- I jut didn't know when or how. I found out tonight in typical Jennifer fashion. I was supposed to pick Quinton up at 6:00 this evening. Nobody was home when I got there. I waited for a few minutes and drove back home. I thought that maybe we had our signals crossed and Jennifer took Quinton to my house.

That's not what happened. She skipped out on the visitation, never came back home and turned her cellphone off for the night. I have no idea where she and my child are spending the night, but I know she's getting some dick out of it, the bloodless cunt. And this kind of MOAB is exactly what I expected from her.

I suppose I'll be dealing with the law on Monday. I don't have high hopes for my chances, because Jennifer never would have pulled this stunt if she didn't already know how it would end. She NEVER jumps unless she knows where she's going to land. She left one fucking out of the equation and went back to fix it this weekend.

She did. And she gave me a simple choice to make.

That choice is already made.