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2003-02-23 . 8:47 a.m.

I've just spoken to Dylan's mum and had a lovely twenty minute argument with her.

She is threatening this that and the other, she screaming and calling me names. She doesn't understand quite how poor I am. She has not warned me of a change in the situation with Dylan and now she expects to walk 16-20 miles on foot to pick him up and then take him back (carrying him obviously).

As I really am unlikely to manage this feat of manhood with level of casual abandon I told her so at which point I was treated to the joy of hearing her telling my son, whom I love over all else, being told what a shithead I was.

Does anyone else think that that's pretty fucked up?

I have never badmouthed her to Dylan, quite the opposite. Dylan always says "I love you" when he is here and I say to him "You love mummy too".

I'd never dream of saying anything in the least derogatory about her to him. I explained that it is hard enough for me to afford food for myself at which point she said "Oh, so you're not feeding Dylan you fucking loser".

No.

I feed Dylan, I clothe Dylan, I buy him toys - and assuming I have warning - I can come get him. I can't afford to do this, pay money into his savings account every month, double the payments (which as of next month is going to be the case) and buy food for me. It just isn't possible.

Just because we are no longer together gives her no right to say stuff like that to my son. He is still my son too. And I will do right by him.

I'm gobsmacked and I'm angry at her right now.