texts: You want what?! </s> <s> I want my son.  I'm through sitting in coffee shops looking at him from across the street. I want my son. </s> <s> Are you out of your mind?! You're the one that walked out on him, remember?
labels: Ted, listen to me...You and I, we had a really crappy marriage--  Look, don't get so defensive, okay?  It was probably as much my fault as it was yours... Anyway when I left I was really screwed up--