Bad

Am horrible person.
An indication of how wrapped up I've been in my own damn shitstorm lately: I forgot The Ex's birthday yesterday. Which wouldn't be so bad, except that...ya know, I kinda went and produced his offspring 11 years ago.
My. Big. Fucking. Bad.

As hard-ass as I have to be with him, all differences and past assholery aside, we've come a long way towards being if not always friendly, at least civil, for the Mini-Me's sake. And who reminds Mini-Me that it's Dad's birthday? And purchases a gift to proffer when he's collected for his every-second-Sunday visit? Me. And I forgot. Out of order. Not my finest moment. And I feel like absolute shit. So if you'll excuse me, today is reserved for quiet self-flagellation.
Jeeeeeez.