Oh, sweetie, I feel this! The father of my 3 boys was exactly the same and well, still is. I was a poor, silly niave kid with knock knees and no boobs, skiing with a huge ass and frizzy hair. I couldn't catch a man with a steak and a six pack tied around my neck. And there he was, when I was 17. Paying attention. I took the put downs. I took the beatings. I took the cheating. All because I was in too deep and because well, we had kids and at least they had a mommy and daddy together.

He still, and it's been 25 years, uses the "she hurt me" as his narrative.

I don't mean to be blunt, but I'm going to be because I've lived this. Fuck him! Fuck his story and his narrative. Stay on the side of right, but never put your beautiful baby in danger (you know that). You don't need to say a word to her, and I know you won't because she's young. But a day will come when she gets it.

My 3 boys don't speak to their father. Well, that's nnot entirely true, my youngest, the 27 year old does, from time to time, to pass of amusing stories. The other 2 have written him off. They figured it out.

And guess what? He's 52 and still singing the same old song. He's been done wrong. Wrong by me, the system (what system, I never even went for support), the man, whatever. A perpetual victim needs a villian. Today, he's smashing watermelons with your name. Tomorrow, it'll be his wife's. Keep it moving, Queen...he's not with the time.