Ok, so...tonight's post is about money and kids. The two of which cannot co-exist in the same space. I must advise you, this will be a rant! I'm up to here. I can't deal with this B-fucking-S any more! I swear, if I had a place to go, I'd run away from home!

So, to recap the last couple of years... Scoo is a large contributing factor to my financial demise to date. He has learned that he can guilt me/cajole me/exhaust me to the point where I just give him what he wants-MONEY. He's drunk at least once a week, he hasn't worked in about two years, he lays in bed usually till 1 or 2 in the afternoon, wont do a friggin thing unless a)it fucking suits him or b) I bitch at him long enough that he gets tired of hearing me bitch. He is 22 years old and JUST got a job...where he'll be "lovin' it."  SERIOUSLY!!!!!!????????

So, when he wanted a car, he whined/cajoled/exhausted me into co-signing. What an idiot I was (am). He totaled it. Drove it through a house. His story was (and he stands by it to this day) that he was going up and down a street looking for a girl's house...he knew he was on the right block, but couldn't find the house. He was on the phone with her..she says "just stop at the stop sign. I'll come get you." He stops. Black pickup pulls up. He turns to get out of the way, but the truck turns too. He turns again. The truck turns again. It's on. The truck was chasing him, slowing and backing off, then speeding up to almost hit him. He gets to a little 'jog' in the road, as he begins to negotiate it, the truck hits him, he loses control, goes into the house. Truck leaves. Phantom vehicle hit and run. Oh, and I failed to mention that this occurred at 2:30 am!!!!!

I get the call, freak the fuck out, race to the scene....now, there WAS damage to the rear of his car, matching the story he gave...the police bought the story. The car was a goner. Within two days, he was in another car...and not just ANY car...he was in a VERY nice Acura MDX. The car he totaled was a VERY nice Cadillac!!!!!  Both of them nicer than anything I've ever owned!!!!!  So, now I'm still co-signer....he's working...full time....every single pay day it's a friggin knock down/drag out fight to get him to fork over his car payment or his insurance (yes, I was an idiot again and carried him on my policy) all he had to do was pay his share!!! FUCK!!!!

So, THAT vehicle was totaled by ANOTHER phantom vehicle. I think he had a car load of little twits and they were friggin around...he lost control and hit a parked car. Insurance didn't pay off the loan under GAP so I ended up paying over $4 Gs for what was left on the loan.

Since then, I wasn't going down that road again! No more cars on my dime!! But, he just kept on sucking me dry...beer, cigarettes, haircuts and eye brow waxes...(he's a metro-sexual for sure!), pay-per-views, dinner out with his buddies, lunch out with his buddies... this, that and the other!!!! I used to keep a book where every time money was lent and borrowed, it was written down in The Book. Last tolled, he was up to $20 Gs. Yup, you read that right. I quit keeping track. I knew it wasn't going to do me any good!

I get so friggin exasperated with his ass!!! But then, the little bastard will do something sweet...talk like he loves me (not my money), take me somewhere I ask him to (like to the store) and my damn heart just melts. DAMMIT!!!! I'm here to tell you that when I am old and decrepit, that little son of a bitch better bring me a bag of caramel cremes and a bottle of Pepsi every friggin day!! And he probably will..just to piss me off!!!!!

Ok, well, that's out of my system now...and by 'out' I mean, my adrenaline levels have almost returned to normal.  He starts his job on Tuesday. Is it Tuesday yet?