A moment of “What The F***!”
My ex-boyfriend has gotten someone pregnant.
He is no where near ready to be a father, but I won’t get into his shortcomings.
What I will say is his son’s due date is my birthday (I know this because of skillful FB research). WHAT THE F***!
lol. Karma is a bitch. He’ll never forget me or how much of an ass he was to me via his son. Ain’t that life?
I just want to have “na-na-na-na-boo-boo” moment, but I have to keep it classy. A child is a blessing no matter the circumstance. Maybe it’ll be good for him; he’ll finally grow up.
I’m still pretty so…..yeah. I win. So what, I can’t help but be a little immature.
