Drove home. B pouted. Left them alone. Did laundry. B went over to CGF at 8:30, came home at midnight. Had makeout session and under shirt boob feels. I am pissed because I gave up time with my kid for them to feel bad only for them to end up doing that. Whatever. Done. Don't care. Got 2 hours of fucking sleep once again.
This is all a fucking joke and I am the punchline.
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