I'll probably delete this in a minute

You get/requested one morning per week with your daughter. She gets up at 6am and starts to need a nap around 11:30. You could have more time with her on the one day you choose to see her, but you prefer to sleep through it.

Well, we all need our rest.

You owe me money. Not child support, although you haven't been contributing your half of day care since October, but you owe money from your share of the expenses of the apartment we shared when you chose to hold out for a job in your field. Me, I'd scrub toilets if I had to. You couldn't bag groceries because you have your pride and needed to be available for interviews. You didn't have an interview and were out of work for four months. You then decided that when you did finally get a job, you would give me $50 a week until the debt was paid. That's 24 weeks that I, with my incredibly shitty County paycheck, need to wait until you have paid me back in full. Because you need to catch up on your debts. I need to buy diapers and food. But let's be completely sure this isn't too uncomfortable for you. Obviously, I'm an established financial institution, and not a broke single mom who has $200 of crazy money left over every month after I pay the rent, the total daycare bill, and the electric bill. Then I juggle food, gas, phones until another paycheck comes through. Thanks for the $50. I'm looking forward to it.

It's 8:50am. I need to run errands after being sick for a week and am out of sick days. Perhaps you could come over a little earlier - but you're not picking up your phone. And once you get here, you don't really pay that much attention to your kid, unless she's laughing at the same Sponge Bob episode that you are. And if I try to get something done in the apartment, you can't keep her entertained for the two hours you grace us with your presence - I have to keep asking her to go into the next room and play with you. I take care of her 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and you can't do a thing to give me a break, ever. You can't even see what a gift she is. You just have absolutely no concept of how lucky you are to be her father. Maybe I can tie a Game Boy around her neck so you find her interesting.

Three weeks ago I had to give you $20 for gas so you could get to a job that never worked out. Then when you needed a new tire, I told you there was $50 in the joint account that I kept open, hoping it would facilitate you paying me back. I see me giving you money to get to a job as an investment. It hasn't panned out yet, but I'm hopeful.

You got a job last week and are now making $16,000 more a year than I am. I have $80 until next Friday.

How does it feel to be living off of a single mom, big man?

Some days, I wish your kid never learned the word "Daddy".

This is one of them.