BM was supposed to pick up SD at 11:30. She arrived at 12:10. No call, no text, just late. This is the same woman who refuses visitation to FDH now if he's a minute late.

I put my partially packed suitcase by the front door so it would be obvious that I am also going with FDH on his trip. (Couldn't help it).

I was livid by the time she arrived. When the doorbell rang I let her sit out there a few minutes in the heat. I opened the door and handed her SD's bags and said "She's chosen not to eat, get dressed or wear shoes." She said "Got it".

SD came out smelling like a trucker in her nightgown. Her hair is oily and filthy. BM said "SD, you need to get dressed because we're going out to lunch with my friend". SD started whining and saying she needed to go home first to shower. BM said no and then they started arguing. I had the door open a moment to see if she'd need to come in and get dressed. But they started walking towards the car. So I shut the door and heard BM thank me.

See, BM, this is what you get when you let your kid be such a computer addict that she doesn't want to stop to eat, shower or get dressed. Have fun with your stinky ass, whiny daughter at lunch, bitch.