What am I, a doormat?

Today is my daughter's first birthday and I'm really excited to see her. I've got all sort of presents for her; toys, dresses, a pretty "Baby's First Birthday" party hat, even a collectible for her mother symbolizing the event.

And now I wait.

I've already called her mother a few times last night, to find out about going over to see Emma and give her the presents, but the calls went unanswered and not returned. The same thing goes for this morning. Meanwhile, I have two big bags sitting here.

This is nothing new for my baby's mother. Even when we were together last year, she used to treat me like garbage. It was nothing new for her to want to go birthday or Christmas shopping with her other kid's father. I would get so pissed off at her. I mean, what the hell?? She even had the audacity to comment to me that she was glad that I didn't go shopping with my son's mother, because she didn't know how she would take it.

Augh!!

It's like I'm a bother to her. I'm good for giving child support, and the occasional time to watch Emma while her mom goes out galavanting, but when I want to spend time with my daughter, my requests are either refused or ignored.

God, what a bitch.