Need to rant. My DS birthday today. Nothing from his bloody useless twat of a dad. Not even a card. Blames the current situation. He lives next door to a post office. Bloody funky pigeon or moonpig mean he wouldn't have had to get off his lazy, selfish, cocking arse. When I say 'again' I posted about him spending 12 quid on my dd's Xmas presents. He's not skint. He just can't see beyond his own narcissistic fabulousness. He's all over FB saying what a fucking amazing dad he is. Well Where's his bloody present then, you nobhead?? I'm getting more cross as the day progresses. Thanks for the vent.