Sometimes you just have to drown your sorrows in a bowl of ice cream.

And, as OCD as I am about my weight, things must be pretty damn bad for me to pop the top off of some Ben & Jerry's.

I know you guys are sick of reading about J's ex-wife. I'm sick of writing about it. I'm embarrassed to admit I cannot get over the facebook incident. Not only, was I not over it before, but then she actually made the Boy log in to his facebook & delete me as his parent. Against his wishes... Rub the salt in my wounds, bitch.

I know my concerns should be with him & how unfair it was to him to make him to something he didn't want to do. (did I use him, enough in that sentence?) And, I am concerned. But, I also feel that she just took a big dump on me. She & Grandwhore have made a complete mockery of me. Me. The woman who helps raise her children when she's off galavanting around not raising them.

Tonight was the Science Fair at the school. Ex called J to remind him to bring the Boy as her father was going to be there to see his project. Well, why couldn't she bring him? It's her dad. J said she had to work. Fine. I almost went, but by the saving grace of a box of Stouffer's mac & cheese that takes an hour to bake, I was saved. But, J did take the kids. All of them. Including mine. And guess what? She was there.

So, not only was I uncomfortable going when I thought it was just her dad going to be there, but I freaked when I found out she was there. And, my kids were there. Yes, I know I sound crazy, but I don't want them near her. I can't be near her. She is the one who should be ashamed of her behavior and yet, I feel like the walking idiot.

And to top it all off... J is about as unsupportive as a bra without underwire.

This all just sucks so bad that I am eating a bowl of ice cream & saying "FUCK YOU" to the world.

For once, I am defeated. And, I have the calories to prove it.