He calls me and asks if he can switch days from Saturday to Sunday with the kidlet, because he has some stupid gig at the John Anson Ford Theater. Like I give a flying shit about that!

I want my Saturday of solitude and baking! I want it to be about MY plans! I don't want to have to cater to his stupid music career, 6 years after we're not even married anymore! Gaaaah!

*Taking deep breath*. See. This is a huge reason we're NOT married anymore. His stuff always came first. Before any plans I might have. Before his time with the family. Before me.

Just because we're divorced and no longer under the same roof and in each other's faces - that's no reason to believe he's any different now. He'll always be a selfish prick. I'm well rid of the whole situation. I can bake on Sunday just as well.

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December 13, 2002