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Gee. What a surprise.
It was simple. Tomi calls me when she wakes up, i go get her, i stop by the mailbox to pick up my check, i deposit said check, i figure out whats wrong with her phone and fix it so she has a phone, she spends time with the baby.
Really simple plan.
Even better would be her getting her truck done today so she stops using the “lack of transportation” excuse to not see her son. And that was perfectly do-able as well.
She calls me, her roomate had to go somewhere, so she was going to get dropped off here by him. I asked her to go to the mailbox and get my check while she was at it so I didnt have to. It would have worked out perfectly for me, because i’m still feeling like shit, so I wouldnt have to do much today except go to the bank and deposit it, so i have the money for rent tomorrow.
The jeep is acting up, so I figured i’d call around and get estimates and stuff. Found a shop who could drop the alternator and rebuild it tomorrow, even by noon if I could drop the truck off tonight before they close.
I left her key, 9 bucks for gas, because as usual her truck was bone dry, and a phone in her truck.
I left a note on the door saying to call me when she got here.
Kid and I were off.
She finally fucking calls 2 hours later. Its 3:40. She has my check. No fucking way am i going to get there in time to get it into the bank by 4. She gives me fucking attitude like its my fault she cant stick to her word.
I tell her to just leave the stuff there and leave.
I rush home, grab the check, and barely make it to the bank by 4. At least rent will be covered on time. But theres no way of getting my jeep to the shop on time today. I dont even think i’ll be able to get it there tomorrow morning early, so who knows when it’ll get finished.
Why am i stupid enough to count on her for anything.
And why should I expect her to want to come see the baby. Two days off in a row, and she could care less about seeing her son.