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But it's all I have

So here's the thing. Since we separated in October, I have lived solely on my income. My income which is half of what my ex-makes. And I have made it. I have had some help from my mom and sister, but mostly, I have made it on my income alone. He's given me $50 here and there but I haven't seen any child support. His claim, he was putting a roof over my head (he did make the house payment, which was half of what his child support is). Yeah, he did, but he still owed me.

He's now a month behind. He was supposed to go on Friday to catch up but apparently told them "all he could pay" was $150. I know for a fact he just bought a new flat screen tv for $250. He went to Tennessee over Memorial Day weekend and is going on vacation the second week of July. He drinks like a fish and goes through over 10 cans of Copenhagen in a week. Not to mention gambling and anything else he spends his money on.

On top of that a friend overheard him telling someone that his "fucking bitch of an ex-wife" won't leave him alone, can't keep her mouth shut and is causing him trouble. Okay, for one, the only times I have contacted him has been when it is regarding our daughter. So I am guessing the fact that I threw a fit over him sharing a bed with his girlfriend around our daughter and leaving him the porn he left on the porch that he pretended to be mine is how I am causing him trouble. Combined with the fact that he can't get the visitation schedule straight which he turns around on me to make it look like I am keeping her from him. Um, it's in black and white, read it.

And of course he can't get his nose out of his girlfriends ass long enough to call his child half the time. Or he claims his phone isn't working, yet people see him texting and talking on it. I go out of my way to try and be accommodating to him. And when she comes back from visits with him, she's moody, smart mouthed and all she talks about is his girlfriend. So basically he lets her care for our daughter during his time.

I have known for a long time how he was, I knew he was selfish when it came to anything, but I never thought he would do our daughter this way.


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