You Can Never Have Too Much Danny

HIM: (unedited)

Yes you have more than lately, every day for the last three years every time I pick up my childern and see how dirty they look and when I find out they are failing or being bulley not only by boys in the area but by your sister and you their mother is telling them its ok what there father doesn"t know won't hurt him or when their mother is exposing them to unstable men and there volitle families even though your childern ask not to be put in that situation, I know but you are their mother that is some who is bipolar and in any minute could be back at south oaks laying in bed with another pataince. I will tell you the truth I'm the best father these girls can have they see the sucess with out you in my life they see bills being payed an a clean a stable home were the home is set up for their comfort.I'm an adult who can be in a relationship with out forcing my childern to be a part of it,when it is their lives that need to be first on the list not last after other family, their childern, max. Last of all when I give the girls money for their pockets and lunch it is realy sad you use that to feed your sister,your'boyfriend an his kid please,what I give the girls is theirs pay them back.I would have the girls every weekend but that would expoe me to the depression that surrounds you and your family the aruging that is not a part of my home and with time when my home is bigger and the girls are moblie we will see where they want to be.Remeber I left with zero I gave you all the money only to have the girls see forclosers, repo's,phones being shut off.Please coutinue to fail it is what you are made of.The good clear hearted sole in are marriage will rise above .Signed the best piece of shit you ever had in your mouth.

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I am filing a petition (hopefully today) to legally change my name (Levy is my maiden name). I have wanted to do it for a while but I wasn't sure I was comfortable having a different last name than my children. But I can no longer stand carrying any part of him with me. I have always tried to take the high road. Translation: doormat. No more. He's got my tail feathers up and all bets are off.

And by the way, my children are not dirty and I don't take their money. That scumbag pays $738.00 per month as child support for 2 children. I spend more than that on groceries. If he thinks tossing them $20.00 a month for lunch money clears his conscience, good for him.

Oh Danny Boy

Its been a while since I had any ex-husband drama. Sometimes I forget what a fuckhead he is.

ME:

Danny,
I hope you are feeling better. I wanted to get together to talk because I thought it would be easier than trying to type a conversation, but here goes. I read your text message to E last week when she was sick. It bothered me that you told her to tell T to have her "shit" packed. I don't think its appropriate to talk to either of them like that. It also hurt me that you told her to "tell your mother to stop calling me." First of all, I called you to tell you your daughter had strep throat, which is important. Secondly, I need you to communicate with me so I am not scrambling when it comes to taking care of them. It is not asking too much for the courtesy of a return call. And thirdly, I always refer to you as "daddy". I think it shows a level of love and respect, and you referring me as "your mother" conveys anger. I would appreciate it if you would temper your language when you speak with the children, and simply call me back when I am trying to reach you.

I also wanted to talk to you about the amount of time you spend with the children. They need and want to see you more. Every other weekend for a day and a half just isn't enough. I think it would be good if you saw them on the weekends you don't
have them. Any night of the weekend, it doesn't matter to me, but they need to see you more not less. Also, as a courtesy to you, I said you could bring them home on Sunday so you didn't have to get up so early to have T to school Monday mornings by 7:25. This does not mean you can bring them home Sunday afternoon. Please do not bring them home before 8:00.

What are your plans for Christmas break? I have no more time off from work and I don't think its a good idea for them to be unsupervised for 2 weeks.

I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. I would appreciate a reply to this email. If you want to talk, just let me know.

S

HIM: (the illiterate fuck he is)

s, I wrote shit to express the fact that i was bad with tori,you expose my daughters to adult words adult action tori related to me the fact she gets ask once a week what boys want to date her.There is no law about visitation there is no law about having to talk to you at all. I call you their mother because thats all you are you cheated on me you robbed me of the profits I had in my home you were the sick unhappy person I do not have to convey to my childern that they have to respect you respect is earn you can't steal that from me or have your father pay for it.the girls medical needs are payed for if i have the time i will get them to there appointments.


ME: (biting my tongue)

What are your intentions for Christmas break?

HIM:

This how the month will go I will have them this weeken I have and event at 530 sunday night, I will get them dr. appointment for them next week and than I will take them. The weekend of the 15th they will be with me,I will bring them home sunday after 6:00pm then the next weekend will be xmass Iwill pick them up on sunday and let them stay with until tuesday morning, I go to st. thomas from tuesday until sunday night I go back to work on the 2nd but would be ok with the girl staying at my place for a few days, your home is there main residance if you want to change that I would glady make the change.I'm a very atentive father when the girl are with they are the main focus you may want to try that it brings calm and focus there are no argue ments no out of control mess though out the house.Have a great day!


ME: (no longer holding my tongue)

Have I told you lately how much I hate you and what a piece of shit I think you are?

How I Met Jesus

We lived in a really warm house with big, comfy, maroon paisley couches. Very '70's. Grass wallpaper, the whole nine yards. There was usually a fire crackling in the fireplace and there was always music playing. One of my most vivid and pleasant childhood memories takes place in our living room on Willowcrest Drive - My sister, my dad and I were all laying around with the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar blasting in the background. We knew all the words and could dance every choreographed step. So while my sister and I were singing and dancing, my dad was prone on one of the paisley couches smoking really good pot (I tell this story because I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations has run by now). Anyway, the music to Jesus Christ Superstar really moved me and stayed with me for all these years, and I still listen to it regularly and watch the dvd from time to time. It was something we experienced (and continue to share) with our dad, and truth be told, being the nice Jewish girl that I am, all that I know about Jesus, I learned from that movie. JCSS has been performed on stage since around 1972 and Ted Neely has been playing Jesus the whole time. The show came to town last week, and I bought three tickets; one for me, one for my sister and one for E (the older one didn't get to go because she is, well, 14 and was, well, grounded as usual). Thursday night, after feasting on Thanksgiving turkey, prime rib, roasted potatoes and greenbean casserole, the three of us rolled to the Kravis Center to watch the performance of a lifetime.

I really wanted to get backstage to meet Jesus and get his autograph for my dad. I was all dolled up and lookin' pretty Milfy because I thought for sure we were going to have to sweet talk our way in. Not so much. The stage door was behind the theater. We walked back there and told the security guard we were there to see Jesus. After he stopped laughing, he looked at his watch and told us to have a seat, that the actors would be coming off the bus in about 10 minutes. He even brought us a playbill so Jesus would have something to sign. Not 10 minutes later, in walks Jesus, not two steps from us. I stood up, put out my hand, made the introductions and began to tell him just how much the JCSS Experience had meant to us. He got a kick out of the fact that E was a third generation fan. Ted Neely (a/k/a Jesus) was kind, gracious, patient and genuinely happy to hear our story. He looked me straight in the eyes when he spoke to me, hugged all of us tightly and invited us back after the show to talk more. Now I know the guy is an actor, but seriously, he's been playing Jesus Christ for darn near 30 years. The man IS Jesus. I was touched. My sister was ready to convert.

The show was AMAZING. Ted Neely's voice is still strong, and the entire production was flawless. E loved it. I loved it. My sister loved it. My only regret is that we had tickets to the closing night or I would have gone back to see it again. Had E not been with us, we would have taken Jesus up on his offer to meet after the show. I had about a million questions I wanted to ask him. For those of you who have never seen/heard JCSS, I highly recommend it!