I’m rich! I’m rich! The ex came to pick the kids up for swimming lessons, this morning, and brought me the child support check. Only three days late.
Let’s go blow it all on fast living and shiny things! Or, you know, the mortgage. Either way. I’m flexible.
My ex has never missed a child support payment. Neither has he ever once paid me on time. It’s a charming little tribute to his passive aggressive tendencies. I always get the money, but I always have to remind him.
Have I mentioned that I’m really, really looking forward to being gainfully employed again?