If I have to hear you complain about how sad and lonely and poor you are ONE MORE TIME, I will effin scream. YOU are the one that broke it off. YOU are the one that chooses not to spend $4 a weekend to take a bus to go see your son who misses us both and really needs you right now. YOU are the one who moved out and into a cheaper place. You left me with bills I can't pay because you asked me to stay home with your kid while you worked to support us; I have almost NO income. I wish I knew how you were p-$$ing away the $1800 a month you make when you pay $260 for rent and utilities combined, and $300 for child support. Please, let me learn your secret, because I'm struggling to pay your half of everything on top of only making $900 a month on unemployment while I'm waiting to start this new job. I'm glad you're gone and the sooner you move your s--t out of my apartment, the better. I'm ready to move on. ...are YOU? Big baby. Grow up, get your crap together, and go be a parent. SOMEONE has to be, since I'm not in the picture anymore.