February
This thing is truly ignorant. Evil Baby Mama is asking me for help with our girls’ prescriptions but she says she’s not asking for help. Again, I helped. I did not question it. I did not start any arguments. It was for my girls. I helped, the best I could. I could literally only afford $20 at the time. That is what I gave Evil Baby Mama. I gave her cash this time around. This was not good enough for Evil Baby Mama. She complained saying, “Your measly 20 in this situation wouldn’t be worth the gas $$$.”
This took place in February. I am a self-employed residential painter. This time of year is extremely slow for me which makes money extremely tight. At this time that Evil Baby Mama asked but didn’t ask for help I literally didn’t have very much money. I could only afford to give her $20. I could barely do that. If Evil Baby Mama would have simply been nice I could have helped more within a couple weeks,
I could have simply said nope, fuck you, that’s what my child support is for. I didn’t do that. Without question, without argument, I offered her the best that I could do at the time. It just wasn’t good enough for her. Then Evil Baby Mama twists it into me not helping with our girls.
I just can’t win either way. I’m dammed if I do and dammed if I don’t.
As you can see, I was only dad when Evil Baby Mama wanted something.
1.
2.
October
Text #1 here shows how nice Evil Baby Mama can be to me, when she wants something. Evil Baby Mama asked me to help with a dental bill for our girls. I did help. I didn’t question it. I didn’t start an argument about it. I simply helped. It was for my girls. I couldn’t not help.
I did help with the bill. I did not give Evil Baby Mama money. I went to the dentist myself and paid on the bill. Document #2 is the bill. I was prepared to drop about $200 on the bill but the total bill only ended up being $54.50. I paid $40. All five of Evil Baby Mama’s kids were listed on the final bill but I only paid for my two girls. $20 each I thought was fair. Probably more than fair?
1.
2.
November
This first text just pointing out that Evil Baby Mama texts asking for a favor and of course I agree with it. Evil Baby Mama would never do this crap for me.
In Text #2, I ask Evil Baby Mama multiple times, four times, if I could get my girls for just an extra night.
It was my Thanksgiving this year which, of course, was on a Thursday. My regular weekend started the next day on Friday at 6pm.
I got my girls on Thanksgiving morning at 8am and was supposed to take them back to Evil Baby Mama at 8pm Thanksgiving night then pick them back up the next day, Friday at 6pm.
I asked Evil Baby Mama if I could just keep them for the night. Nope. Evil Baby Mama said no with her excuses, again.
Then I tried asking for one night the weekend before Thanksgiving. Yet again, Evil Baby Mama told me no with a side of excuses.
Then I asked Evil Baby Mama if I could have them for a day and night during the week. And again, Evil Baby Mama told me no with more excuses.
Then Evil Baby Mama goes on to tell me that she does not get as much time with them as I think she does.
Yea, you read that right.
Evil Baby Mama does not get that much time with them? This dumb bitch is fucking serious, man!
I got my girls approximately 93 days a year. This includes “regular” time of every other weekend, only four days a month. Every other holiday and six months of summer. 93 days. This leaves Evil Baby Mama with approximately 272 days.
But somehow Evil Baby Mama doesn’t get much time with them? I am somehow taking time from Evil Baby Mama? What the fuck is this?
Please, someone out there help me understand this level of fucking stupidity???
I just fucking can’t, man!!!
But…
Evil Baby Mama brainwashes and convinces our girls that I didn’t see them more because I didn’t ask.
I told my girls that I asked lots of times and Evil Baby Mama always told me no.
My girls didn’t believe me.
Well, here it is. I asked and was told no, more than once. This happened EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. That I asked.
Girls, your mother lied to you!
1.
December
This is another example of Evil Baby Mama’s stupid lying bullshit. Is it petty? It sure the fuck is! But petty is what Evil Baby Mama creates and does. Petty is how to deal with Evil Baby Mama.
Our youngest daughter was selling girl scout cookies. Evil Baby Mama run me down to our daughters scout leader which probably means that Evil Baby Mama told my daughter the same thing, which is why I even mention it. But, of course, Evil Baby Mama Lied.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
December
In this batch of texts, Text #1, Evil Baby Mama is fertilizing with her bullshit again. Evil Baby Mama starts off being nice, again, because she wants something.
Evil Baby Mama asks, “Hey, my dad is having his Christmas on Sunday, so I was wondering if I could pick the girls up from you early, then if you would like, I can drop them back of to you and you can keep them until Monday night.”
I was going to let Evil Baby Mama do this. Evil Baby Mama continued with her “feel sorry for me story”. I didn’t buy into Evil Baby Mama’s bullshit and I didn’t care. I even told her that. I did, however, let her do this. Not without calling her out for her bullshit though.
Of course, Evil Baby Mama Did not like this. Evil Baby Mama proceeded to put me down for not showing up to pick up my girls, even though it really was not my fault. I know, that’s what everyone says!
I ended up in jail that night because of my brother. My brother has nothing to do with my custody but because Evil Baby Mama is making an issue about it, using it against me and who knows what she told my girls, I’ll address it.
If you take notice, when I told Evil Baby Mama that I went to jail because of my brother I did not say which brother. I have three of them. I simply said my brother. However, Evil Baby Mama knew which brother as she named him, Kevin.
So, Evil Baby Mama already knew what had happened before I even told her. Or at least what Evil Baby Mama was told and wanted to believe what happened which was a lie. So Evil Baby Mama probably told my girls a bunch of bullshit.
This is what happened. For my girls to know that I am not the bad guy I am made out to be. And maybe my brother will see this and man-up and tell the truth? I doubt it though. He's a coward.
What happened?
The short. My brother started a fight and I finished it. My brother could not be a man and take what he deserved. Instead, he became a little bitch and lied about what happened and had his mom, my step-mother, lie right along with him. I was arrested because of their lies. My brother had a “witness” so he must have been telling the truth? Nope.
The long. I was living with my brother for a spell. It was that child support raping me so I could barely afford anything. I wasn’t paying my brother very much money. I should have but really didn’t have it. He owns his home. I did try to help around the house with repairs, improvements, etc.. It wasn’t cash but I tried to contribute something.
One day I was in my room. My brother came in and told me that I need to start paying him $300 a month for rent. I told him to fuck off and I wasn’t paying him. I was having a bad day and was already pissed off at him for something. I don’t remember?
Here’s the thing. I have another brother, younger than us. There have been times that the younger brother had owed Kevin money and Kevin had asked for it but younger brother told him to fuck off he wasn’t paying him. He was pissed off at Kevin for some reason. They’re brothers, we’re (were) brothers. After a few days younger brother wasn’t pissed anymore and paid him.
Same with me. After a couple days I would have not been so pissed at him, probably, and would have paid him, what I could have. It didn’t work that way. He kicked me out. Ok. I probably deserved it?
As I was moving out I had talked to Kevin. I had apologized to him and told him that I was wrong for saying that and that I would get him some money as soon as I can. He agreed and seemed to accept my apology? I guess he didn’t?
I still had some stuff there after moving out. It took me a couple weeks to get back to get it. I showed up at Kevin’s place. He was not there. His mother showed up. Then Kevin eventually showed up.
As soon as Kevin arrived he got out of his vehicle and started yelling at me. He came towards me and pushed me. I fell back a little. Kevin started to come at me again. I swung and hit him in his left side lip. There was blood. I had given him a cut on his lip around one inch long. I left and went home.
A couple hours later the State Police showed up at my doorstep and arrested me. I was charged with domestic violence. I got fucked in this. My attorney at the time, I did not realize, was in severe mental decline. My case was fucked before it started. I’m not just saying this. That attorney is dead now, partly due to his mental decline.
1.
2.
3.
Take a look at this Motion. My brother says that, I “attacked him, punching him in the face, causing him to fall backwards and then continuing to punch him”.
This resulted in 14 stitches from his injuries. That is all. Just 14 stitches. Now, 14 stitches is really not that big of a cut. I mean, it is, but it isn’t. Those 14 stitches equates to that one inch or so deep cut on the side of his lip. Any medical people? Tell me I’m wrong! You can’t! I’m not wrong! This describes one injury. Just one.
So, how the fuck does someone get hit multiple times and end up with only one injury? How is that even fucking possible? If I hit him hard enough to cause 14 stitches I most certainly would have continued hitting him that hard. So, where are the other cuts, bruises that would have been caused from getting hit multiple times? They are not there. If they were they would have been in his list on injuries. Instead, only one injury is listed.
The people below are my bitch, coward brother and my so-called, evil step-mother.
They live in Mt. Pleasant, MI. If you see them around town feel free to tell them that they are lying pieces of shit.
Don’t trust them. They will shit on you and lie about you.
Kevin Kihn - Mt. Pleasant, MI
Becky Kihn - Mt. Pleasant, MI
Now what the fuck you going to do you piece of shit coward? You and your fat ass, lying, loud mouth mother ain’t gonna do a fucking thing!
You could (try) sue me for slander? How about that? That sounds like fun! Let’s do that!
You know, you Will Not get away with lying a second time.
This is what will happen. I will ask the Judge to order that your medical record from that day be entered as evidence. That will be Exhibit A. That will be all that I need. Now, we both know what that’s going to show, don’t we?
Your medical report will show that you had only ONE injury. Just one. One cut on your left lip. Deep enough to require 14 stitches. Just one injury. From being hit once. Just once.
Where are the other injuries? Multiple cuts? Bruises? These you would surely acquire if you were hit “Multiple Times”. But you weren’t! You and your fat ass mother lied!
So, go ahead, sue me! I dare you! Your balls ain’t big enough!
I will countersue and by the time I am done with you I will own yours and your mother’s fucking house, Bitch!