January
This Text I just ask Evil Baby Mama for a favor as she has me but instead of just saying yes like I always did Evil Baby Mama wouldn’t do it.
Then Evil Baby Mama tries to accuse something. I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about though.
February
In Text #2, Evil Baby Mama is basically begging me for help with money for our girls. This is on top of the child support that I pay.
I am a residential painter. This took place in February. Not a good time of year for me. My work slows down in the winter. I can literally go three or four months during the winter without any work. During the winter I live off of what I can save during the summer.
At this time I was not making a lot of money. Off mostly for the winter. I didn’t have much saved, if anything at all.
I offered Evil Baby Mama 20 bucks. Yea, I know 20 bucks ain’t enough for much of anything. But at the time, it was all that I had and all that I could spare.
I tried to help the best that I could. But I once again became the bad guy. I could do everything right and with Evil Baby Mama, it would still be wrong.
Evil Baby Mama says, “Your measly 20 in this situation wouldn’t be worth the gas $$$”.
-Your welcome, bitch!
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March – April
In Text #1, Evil Baby Mama is being nice, because she wants something, again. Evil Baby Mama asked to have our girls for a night, during my time, so that they could watch a show together that they liked. As can be seen, I told her yes. I didn’t question it. I didn’t argue about it. I just said that it was fine with me but up to our girls. That’s what a good parent does, I thought?
Also, in Text #1, my oldest daughter uses her mother’s phone to text me, which is fine. She text me saying that she has a boyfriend. This is 2015. My oldest daughter was 10. Only 10. Now, with a boyfriend. I really did not know what to do? It continues in Text #2.
In Text #2 I reacted. I don’t know if I overreacted? She was only 10. Then Evil Baby Mama text me again, being nice with another one of her “feel sorry for me stories” wanting something.
I told Evil Baby Mama no. Because I was tired of her bullshit. She pissed me off, more than she normally does.
April
In this text it begins with Evil Baby Mama claiming that I told her that I would make her life hell for leaving me. This bitch is fucking delusional, man! Evil Baby Mama was the one who always made this about our failed relationship. Evil Baby Mama went on about that all the way back to the MySpace days with delusional claims of an “abusive” relationship.
We were living in her place. Evil baby Mama kicked me out. I had no issue with leaving other than leaving my daughter. That really pissed Evil Baby Mama off. That I was upset but not about leaving Evil Baby Mama.
For a few months after I did try to get back with her but not for Evil Baby Mama but for my girls. After a few months of trying and coming to my senses I decided to stop that endeavor and just focus on my girls. I didn’t want Evil Baby Mama back. I didn’t give two shits what she was doing or who she was with. I just wanted my girls but Evil Baby Mama forced me to fight for them.
Evil Baby Mama says that I say, “I have all this paper work to show my girls what a horrible person their mommy is”. Yup, I’m pretty sure that I did say that. I do have the paperwork. It’s all right here in this website. I have it all in a filing cabinet. I did tell my girls about it and showed them. My oldest was around 10 at the time and I told her she could look at it any time if she wanted. She browsed through it a little bit. I didn’t force it on her. She was only 10 so really didn’t understand a lot of it then.
Then Evil Baby Mama says, “Because they remember you punching windows trying to get at me, they remember screaming and crying in great add you chased us down the express way…”
Yea, that never happened. This is the kind of bat shit crazy shit that Evil Baby Mama comes up with and then lies about it, brainwashes my girls into believing it happened then uses it as her excuse to keep my girls from me. This is Evil Baby Mama grooming our girls to hate me.
My girls have got to know this is not true. I have gone to Evil Baby Mama’s home a few times, either stopping by so my girls can pick something up or even dropping them off there at times. Every time that I have been to Evil Baby Mama’s home at least one of my girls was with me. Most of the time both of them. I have never been to Evil Baby Mama’s home without at least one of my girls present. I can absolutely guarantee that my girls can say that they have never seen me cause any trouble when I went to Evil Baby Mama’s home. Evil Baby Mama is full of shit!
Evil Baby Mama comments about some shit that happened with me and my brother. Him and I got into a fight. He started it. I finished it. Then him and my so called step-mother lied about it. This happened in 2014. I talk about it there.
April
In this text I tried to reason with Evil Baby Mama. Trying to reason with Evil Baby Mama is like trying to clap with one hand. Evil Baby Mama goes on to talk about me not showing up to get them on Christmas that she had to call me. Well, at this time I was living in Bay City, MI with Evil Baby Mama in Farwell, about 50 miles apart. The court ordered time for Christmas was that I picked them up at 8am Christmas morning. That means I had to leave Bay City about 7pm which means that I had to wake up around 6am. I overslept. That’s what happened.
Instead of Evil Baby Mama just being a reasonable, sane adult and knowing that people oversleep, as she has done, Evil Baby Mama instead creates a new scenario in which I am the bad guy like I didn’t get there on time on purpose.
Evil Baby Mama comments about a summer also. There was one summer that I didn’t get my girls all summer. It was the summer of 2007. This was also the summer that Evil Baby Mama had a Personal Protection Order on me.
During this time, I was living with my sister. I did not have a vehicle or a driver’s license. I was dependent on my sister mostly for rides, especially to pick up my girls. My sister was my ride every other weekend to pick them up and take them back. About an hour ride each way. Come this particular summer, my sister’s work schedule had changed and she was no longer able to give me rides to pick up my girls. I had no one else. I tried and tried to find a way to get them but just couldn’t.
Because of the Personal Protection Order I could not talk to Evil Baby Mama directly to tell her what was going on. I have to use a third party to talk to her. I had asked Evil Baby Mama’s sister to let her know that I would not be coming and why. Sister did relay message. Evil Baby Mama still took my girls to meet me at pick up knowing full well that I would not be there and why. Evil Baby Mama did this just to color me the bad guy. She twisted it around to me just doing it to cause trouble for Evil Baby Mama and to blame her for not seeing me girls more.
September
In this text I asked to pick up our girls for awhile to take them to a movie. I didn’t even get an answer. This was September 9th and 10th, 2015.
Then, a week later, September 16th, 2015, I told Evil Baby Mama that I wanted to start picking up our girls for the one day during the week. During this time I would get our girls after school at 6pm then would have to have them back at 8pm. Only two hours.
I have never got my girls, or tried, before this for the day (two hours) during the week. The reason for this is because for a few years I was not living close enough. I was living in another town farther away with family because after taxes and child support I couldn’t afford to pay attention. I also did not have a vehicle or a driver’s license for quite awhile. I had to depend on others, usually my sister, for rides to get my girls and two hours during the week for the distance we were at was not very practical, for my ride anyway.
Evil Baby Mama says that it was taken out after months of me not showing up. Evil Baby Mama knew why I was not showing up. “Taken Out”? Seriously? That sounds fucking stupid! So what if I did not get them for the two hours during the week previously? Really? I couldn’t! Why should that matter? It’s irrelevant! When I did ask to see MY KIDS then there should not have been any argument. Evil Baby Mama should have just said something like “sure, you can get them, no problem!” That’s what a good parent would do, I thought?
Instead, Evil Baby Mama prefers to argue with me about it. She ignores me, then tells me no and to take it to court. For TWO hours a week! Just TWO! Only TWO! This is what a BAD parent does, isn’t it?
So, I have no issue, don’t even question it, when Evil Baby Mama wants to take our girls during my time, for the whole night, for something “special” for them but if I want them for just a couple hours it’s a no and I must go to court. That’s just fucked up, man!
I have asked scores and scores of times to see my girls more and I was always told no, just like right here. Yet, Evil Baby Mama has convinced our girls that I could see them more but don’t ask.
October – November
This first text here just pointing out that I did in fact help with my girls beyond my child support even though Evil Baby Mama claims that I did not.
I had bought them stuff for winter, boots, jackets, gloves, etc… Not stuff I just kept at my place. Stuff that they also take back to Evil Baby Mama’s.
I helped when I was aware. Most of the time I was not aware because Evil Baby Mama would not tell me anything about my girls. Evil Baby Mama kept me shut out of their lives.
If my girls needed something and I knew about it, they got it. If my girls ever had to go without anything, it’s Evil Baby Mama’s fault.
And of course, Evil Baby Mama had to get bitchy because I forgot to send their medication back with them. Yea, I should have remembered but shit happens.
December
Here is another text of me trying to see my girls more. Evil Baby Mama must argue with me about a holiday over 10 hours. 10 fucking hours! Evil Baby Mama has argued over a lot less.
December
This text just shows that I got my girls stuff for winter because Evil Baby Mama says I don’t do anything for them. When my money started getting a little better around 2013, 2014 I started to take my girls school shopping. I did this every year until they grew up and stopped coming around. Each year, between school supplies and clothes I spent about $400 on each of them. This was on top of my child support.