why I ended up with a good kid, but he is. Some how he knows right from wrong, good from bad and takes care of his momma.

I've had a pretty crappy day. But my son has weathered the storm without complaints. Honestly, I would have complained.

He hates drunks, period. So this drunk shows up at my door tonight begging for a place to stay. Come to find out, he'd pushed another girl down and his girlfriend called the cops.

I was three hours removed from this bs. He knocked on my door.

So I went down to assess the situation...then he sends my son down wanting to know where is his vodka.

so wrong on so many levels. then he tried to "infer" my kid didn't love me. Those are fighting words and I slapped him. And then he whined like a baby. Oh, she hit me. Damn skippy I did.

You use my kid to get your alcohol and then tell me my kid doesn't love me? I will be beating some ass tomorrow.