Kate's Motel

What you don't know about your bedspread won't hurt you.

There Is Always One More Imbecile Than You Counted On.

Tip of the Day:
You know your PMS is out of control when you start to cry to the Walmart Vision Center lady because she called to remind you of your son’s eye appointment that you forgot about.

It’s not my fault.

Today was a difficult day.

I have to hand it to Doo, he took us out to eat and made me feel better. Nothing like a fat, juicy steak and the best Key Lime pie you ever had to take your troubles away.

So here’s the million dollar question: What do you do when someone in your life literally does everything in their power to make you as miserable as humanly possible? Putting them OUT of your life isn’t possible for the next nine years or so, and killing them is illegal. But it seems that this person has made it their life’s mission to make sure that you suffer tremendously for crimes that you didn’t even commit, JUST because they feel that you have somehow wronged them.

In my defense, I have raised my child with only the help from my parents and now Doo for the last 9 years. It’s not been easy. What parenting job ever is? I never badmouthed The Sperm Donor in front of Ryan, I never denied what little visitation was requested by The Sperm Donor, and I never asked the Sperm Donor for more money. Not even when I was reduced to working three days a week at $7.50 an hour. There’s no love lost between me and The Sperm Donor, but I’ll not have Ryan blame me for his father’s sins.

Ryan will find out what kind of person The Sperm donor is soon enough without my help.


December 7, 2009 - Posted by | advice | , , , , , , ,


  1. I raised my child alone… sperm donor never in his life…he paid support for a year… out of 18…. my son had a fantasy in his mind for years of his “father”… the day did arrive… when he was able to wrap his mind and heart around the truth and now… he is disgusted at mention of his sperm donor and furthermore is grateful -to me… for holding my tongue and doing my best with the situation. Sometimes we didnt have food… sometimes we didnt have lights or heat… sometimes… I was just a lousy mom… my son, has become a wonderful sensitive young man who literally adores me… and is so amazing with women and girls…. it awesome to watch it unravel and all of your goodness and all of your sadness and all of your sacrifice..is finally realized in the greatness of the young man you have raised. You’re welcome for the book/comment.

    Comment by K to the B | December 7, 2009 | Reply

    • Ryan is starting to catch on to who his father really is, and it breaks my heart for him.

      “You need a license to drive a car. You even need a license to catch a fish. But any jackass can be a father.” -Parenthood

      Comment by Kate | December 8, 2009 | Reply

  2. I love you. You know I understand and I’m always here if you need to talk.

    Comment by Janet K | December 9, 2009 | Reply

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