here's an idea. tend to your own knittin'..my ex is no longer my dad. running to him to tell on me does nothing but raise his blood pressure, piss him off at something he can't control and make you look like the assclowns you are. mind your own fucking business and if that is simply too boring, find someone else to fuck with. leave me alone. believe me, each morning that i wake up is a thorn in his ass - you aren't doing anything novel and innovative by tattling. it cracks me up that you keep coming back to read, copy and report. actually all you are doing is mortifying him by even bringing me up - and if you haven't figured it out yet, i truly couldn't care any less. i know what he thinks of me and i'm quite happy with who i am. seriously, if you don't like what you see, GO THE FUCK AWAY. no one invited you here, no one cares what you think.
wait, did i mention fuck you?
i'm sure you are all shocked at what a classless bitch he was married to and i'm totally cool with that. at least i'm real. as far as i know, i still live in a country that protects my right to say pretty much whatever the fuck i want on my fucking fuckity-fuck blog. so no...your noble efforts aren't going to get me to "behave". i "behaved" for him for 15 years. so totally over it.
once again, in case you had trouble with it the first two times. fuck you. now run along and find someone who gives a shit. i'm too busy actually living my life. fucking idiots.