Deal with it.

Not in my nature. 

Not anymore. 

I will be there. Every Sunday, whether you like it or not. 

I will be there even if it's just to spite you, every Sunday. 

Force you to come home from the lake early. Force you to give up plans. Force you to feel uncomfortable in your home, in your skin. Like you do to me. 

I will NEVER give up on my relationship with him. 

If that means I have to sit there in silence while he plays his Switch. Fine. I will. 

If that means I have to be "disrespectful" as he calls it... I call it parenting... then I will. 

No more allowing you to get away with murder, no more allowing you to alienate my child. 

You have no idea what I am capable of. No idea what I will do. That's what makes this so great. 

I always thought I never learned anything from J... but in reality I did. 

I learned to be vindictive, passive aggressive, and spiteful. 

Guess that's going to come into good use here. 

But remember you brought this on yourself. 

Death or Jail. Only two reasons I won't be there. 

Deal with it.