After months of battling with the ex over a health situation with our son - months of the ex accusing me of not doing anything, of him telling me to "keep your fucking mouth shut when I'm talking to the doctors", of telling me that I'm a bad mother and a lazy mother and that I'm the problem here, we got a letter from son's therapist today that confirmed exactly what I've been telling the ex for months - that actually, HE is the fucking problem, and HE needs to slow the fuck down and do things differently. BOOYAH, MOTHERFUCKER. SUCK IT. Those 17 text messages you sent me a couple weeks ago, detailing how I'm the fucking problem? I hope you're enjoying eating those words.
Smug celebratory gif party!