Trash
There has been no contact between Asshat and I since the email exchange where he gave me dates for his trip to Europe. So, imagine my surprise when I got this email (from his old email address that he told me not to use anymore) this evening, with the subject line being “Trash”.
Trash
From: Asshat
To: Me
Today at 7:05 PM
You are some kind of piece of trailer park trash to tell A your going to give him only 125 for school clothes. Maybe you should get your priorities straight and use some of the money you mooch off of me each week and put your child ahead of your own personal interests. I know this is not the same thing as drugging up your own child cause you two can’t handle kids without a drink, so please feel free this one time to pretend to be a responsible parent. PS try letting him shop somewhere other than target or Wal-Mart too as I think he would prefer that.
I’m not sure the projection could be any more evident if he labeled each sentence “this is projection”.
Not that it really matters, but I’ll just point out a few things:
- While it’s a rental, I live in a huge and beautiful house, not a trailer. Not in a trailer park. Also, unlike Asshat, we do have cold AND hot running water here.
- I budgeted $500.00 for each kid for back to school shopping. I only gave A $125.00 over the weekend so he could do a little shopping on his own while he is in Boston with his friend.
- ADHD meds are not “drugging up your kid” when they are serving the intended purpose of treating the ADHD symptoms so that your kid can actually function effectively.
- I only ever drank to deal with my abusive asshole husband, never to deal with my kids. Needless to say, I don’t drink anymore. Not even a little.
- The only time the kids buy clothes at Walmart is when they need an orange sweatshirt for tomorrow, or a dress shirt and a tie for the concert tonight. Walmart is awful and as a general rule, we avoid it at all costs. I do love Target though.
- I have not had any ‘personal interests’ that have come before my children’s interests for the last 17 years. A texted me tonight to say “dad doesn’t have any money to pitch in for school clothes”. So, if I wanted to know what it was like to put my own interests first, I could ask the asshole that just got back from a month in Europe and now has no money to buy any clothes for the kids.