To start off, I ripped both of my new jeans. In the ass. There's no way to fix them and I'm low on cash. At first I cried, because I guess I'm so damn fat that I rip every pair of pants. They don't look tight and they don't feel tight. I brushed that on off and moved on with my day.
My brake light came on whole driving to my sons therapy. So I have my ex drive it to the mechanic and I have his car. Turns out the entire front brakes, tire rod and front tires are all shot. $800 to fix. Fuck. Luckily, my ex took some vacation time from work so I'm able to use his car.
Ex now has a roommate. They are best buds and have been friends since high school. Ex wanted our son for the day and for some reason, I stuck around. His friend brings out a box of cookies and ice cream. "Here ya go." He hands them to me. "I don't want them. But thanks! "Oh, I just assumed since you're so obese you would want it." WHAT!!!!!!!! Ok, I'm 5'6" and 185 lbs. Yes I am big. But im not THAT big! Yes, I am trying to lose weight. Ex laughs super hard, and agrees with his friend how huge I am.
So I take my son and leave.
That's my day.
How was your day?