I Wish I Looked Good in Stripes

When is a bad time to be PMSIng and feeling like you could commit murder and feel no remorse? The day you have to see a soon to be ex spouse at your son's basketball practice. No word from him for a week and he shows up at practice and tells our son he's going to help coach. I literally had to bite my tongue to stop from saying - what a switch from a year ago when you stormed off the field at soccer practice and pouted that you weren't one of the popular parents and you refused to be on the field again even though you had promised our son you would be his coach for the season. What a switch from you saying you weren't being included in the coach conversations and when I said I wasn't either but I just figured out the drills, you said, 'Well I guess you're a better person than I am.' 

Yes, I'm still a better person and I will let you live to see another day even though my hormones are raging, and I spent a few hours this week reviewing the terms of our divorce and conferring with my lawyer. I'm a better person because I would love to tell the head basketball coach that you're a disturbed dirtbag who takes nude photos of himself for a hobby and sends them to girls who I wouldn't even want to guess their ages. I'm a better person because I won't yell across the court that you're a fucking asshole who pretends to a good dad to the outside world but you couldn't even be bothered to pick up the phone to ask your kids, 'Hey honey, how's your week going?' 

I hope the PMSing passes soon because he's either going to end up in a body bag or on a respirator, and I'll be in prison and I don't look good in orange or stripes.