Update on my bullshit existance.

So I had surgery on April 17th to have a tumor removed from my upper back on the left side. I am now in excruciating pain while recovering.... regret having the surgery but whatever. So same old same old on the mother in law front. Still trying to tell me how to raise my son. If I call for him to stop getting in people's way she has to chime in and say something about it. If I tell him not to do something she turns around and yells at him too. She tries to say she's going to take things away from him if he misbehaves (HE'S A TWO YEAR OLD FYI) and/or threatens to spank him.....which also beyond pisses me off. She tries to say he's not aloud to have chocolate milk and yet she will give him candy anytime he asks. First of all, he's my child....I know, surprising right?! None the less, he is MY kid so there for you should be asking ME before you give him candy. Another fun fact, you should be letting ME punish my child if he's done something wrong. I know, this is a crazy thought. Ooooh, here's another one.... He's 2 years old. I know, I know, he's really smart... Still a two year old. You should maybe try ACTING like he's two and treating him like he's two. He doesn't "know better" yes we may have told him not to touch that, but does he remember four days later when he tries to touch it again? No probably not. You will have to tell him again, and probably again. Eventually he will get it but getting pissed that he's not getting it, yeah that just makes you look like the moron. 

Let me touch base on another fun adventure in my life, my husband started therapy. Which in my opinion is fucking great, and quite frankly about damn time. However, (we knew there will be a but/however right?) he returned home after his first session more depressed then when he left, which is normal this happens to alot of people I will explain why later. What I wasn't prepared for was him being pissed off the rest of the day. Now don't get me wrong I am really glad he's finally talking to someone about his issues it does irk me that he would be so damn crabby afterward. And all day since my surgery I have felt like a burden because he has to wait on me so it made me feel even worse to have to ask him to make me something to eat or drink or anything even. I feel completely helpless and I know it hurts his back to have to get up 9 million times if I need something. 

Tomorrow is Mariana and Achilles birthday party and everyone is running around trying to get everything ready for it and I have to just sit here and do nothing because most if it requires lifting more than I am aloud to or bending too far. Can't even make myself something to eat. Plus it makes me feel like a dick cuz so much stuff has to get done and I am just sitting here on my ass. Granted Kissy gets home and sits on her's cuz she got the cake so why should she do anything else right? Dale just seems pissed off that he has to be doing something for me or anyone else. I ask him to so something and yeah he will do it but he gives me a large amount of attitude and looks at me like I am Satan. 

Another random rant, it's 7:15pm, 7 year old hasn't had dinner yet.... Walks in the room with a giant piece of cake and starts eating it...No adult other than me seems to care. That's fabulous parenting, cake for dinner. Fucking lovely. Not to mention when she does eat "food" it is mini pizzas or corn dogs. Which the adults make her make for herself. If she asks her mother to make her food... "Nooooo do it yourself!!!" (In a whiney ass voice)... Parent of the year right? Fucking lazy ass losers. Seriously this bitch whines about EVERYTHING. Instead of yelling she whines. Pretty sure I wish I could punch her in the throat everytime she does that.

Well enough ranting about my life for today, time for some pain meds and to try to get someone to make me food.

This woman needs to get a clue...

So I have been graced with a mother in law. Fucking horrible bitch. Ahem.... I mean.... nah I mean horrible bitch. I have lived with her on and off for three or four years now and for some fucking reason she feels like she needs to tell me what to do. And tell my son what to do. And tell her son what to do. Ummm, I am an adult. Your son is an adult. Do not fucking tell me what to do, do not treat your son/my husband like he's a fucking child, and most certainly don't tell my son what the fuck to do. He is my responsibility and I most certainly do not want you raising my child. You're doing a shitty job with your granddaughter, and you did a fucked up job with your own children. 

She's fighting for SSI which the physical aspects of it, yeah she deserves it cuz her hips and back are fucked up. But I'm sorry your "mental" problems, you brought those on yourself. You stayed married to a man who beat you and your kids, you're an alcoholic and refuse to quit stating "I have nothing else to live for" umm your kids? Your grandkids? Good to know. True addict right there kids. You treat everyone like they owe you something and let me tell you what I don't owe you shit. I let you use my car for whatever you want without asking for gas and normally you're good at putting some in it when you do use it, but the last time you had to go to the cities, I had almost a full tank of gas. You brought it back with little to none in it and my husband told me you didn't put a dime in it. Umm, thanks?

You treat me like garbage and have ever since I met your son. I have done nothing to you besides stand up for myself when you bring false prejudices at/about me. I will always stand up for myself because I treat you kindly every fucking chance I get. Don't tell me who I can talk to, don't tell me how I am going to run MY son's birthday, don't tell me what he can or can't fucking wear. First of all, he's 2. He doesn't give a shit about what he wears. Second, I picked out those fucking clothes, if you don't like them, well I don't give a shit. Keep your opinions to your damn self. I don't comment on how shitty you look when you walk around in sweat pants every single day, you NEVER wear a bra, eww. But for you to remark on what my BABY wears? Bitch fuck you. 

I honestly don't know how I've dealt with this, this long but it is getting retarded. I only deal with it because I have no where else to go until we get our apartment this summer. I mean I am 100% grateful that she let us move here because we had no where to go but still, to treat me like total garbage for no reason? Bullshit. To try to tell me what to do with MY son? I don't fucking think so. When we do get our apartment, better believe I will treat you the same way I am going to treat my mother. Stay the fuck away from me, stay the fuck away from my house, and stay out of my fucking life. I will let Dale bring my son to visit you for a few hours but that's it. You will NOT be a part of raising my son because you have no fucking boundaries. You give children ZERO discipline, and that is not okay. If your granddaughter had ANY sort of discipline she wouldn't talk back the way you let her, she wouldn't tell a fucking adult "NO" and she would be grounded when she acts up instead of just threatening her with it to no avail. 

She never cleans, barely cooks. Only cooks when I am not here cuz she's butthurt that I don't like her nasty ass cooking. Then has the balls to cop an attitude with me. Bitch I've cooked countless times for everyone and this aint my fuckin family. Dale, my son, and myself. That's MY family. That's my ONLY responsibility but because no one else gets off their ass, I do it. I cook for everyone. I do other peoples laundry. I load or unload the dishwasher. And I even FOLDED you peoples laundry when no one else would do it. And STILL there are two FULL baskets of laundry just fucking sitting there taking up space. Fucking filthy. 

 Everywhere I go no one see's the things I DO, only what I DON'T do. Well you don't wanna show me respect, fine watch me sit on my ass unless it pertains to my child. I will do NOTHING unless its for my son.

My mother and her infinate wisdom..... or stupidity depends who you are.

So I went to see my mother yesterday.....waste of time and gas money as usual. I'll give it credit that it was nice to get the hell out of the house but to go there was worthless. When I asked her the night before if she cared if I came over this is what I got: "oh well i guess that's fine" So I ask, Did you have any plans, since it sounded as if she didn't really want me to come over. Her reply "Not YET" Okay well do you want me to bring Achilles? "That's up to you, I don't really care. AND it depends on the weather" Huh...Wow... Well the weather was just fine, I didn't bring him because there are A LOT of pot heads housed there and I don't really want them around him, and I only ended up going because I knew I would be bored shitless if I didn't. So when I get there she refuses to move from her TV til her show is over, then it takes still quite a bit to get her to move. I ask the rest of the people in the house to come down stairs to hang out with us because her room makes me claustrophobic and there's nothing to do up in her room. So they FINALLY come down, smoke a bunch of pot in my face, then finally play Farkle with me. 

She gets a call that my friend Yessi wants to be picked up with her boyfriend. Okay that's fine, we take my car and go get them and run to Wal-Mart and the ECig place. We get back to her house and I FINALLY learn that they are moving in to her house. Well thanks so much for sharing that info. They told me they would be paying her rent, I will believe that when I see it because they already mooch off her now for smokes and food I'm sure. She already has three people living there that don't pay her rent, what is she gunna do with 2 more?! She complains she's broke, oh well if you didn't have to pay for that many people to eat YOUR food you'd probably have alot more money. 

Then we got into an argument about WHY she kicked us out. It was supposedly because I bought my husband and I phones when we "didn't need them" umm, yeah we did. I was still job hunting and now had zero way for anyone to contact me, I have a 1 year old at home and if something would've happened to him I would want to know about it on the fucking spot, not when you get the time to drive to my work just to tell me. She claims she needed money for propane so I shouldn't have made phones my priority, Umm thanks to my son living there you got Energy Assistance... So I KNOW they gave you propane. And AGAIN, if you hadn't been letting Jeremy "live" with you, you would have more money. 

Then when we got back to her house after this little argument she acted like nothing happened. Then she had to take Yessi and Mason (the boyfriend) somewhere and I wanted to stay back cuz I was sick of being in a car....yeah totally got left downstairs all by myself all because some stupid show was on that the guys NEEDED to see. Wow so you have guests over and you just leave them to watch some stupid show. Or am I not a guest because I am her daughter? Either way, pretty fucked that I spend $40 to come all the way there and spend my whole day driving around in a car, left alone for a half hour, fed, and sent on my way. She literally said "Thanks for coming"......are you a hostess at a restaurant? I am your DAUGHTER! Not some new friend you just met. WTF?! 

Just once I would love for her to ACT like a mother instead of pretending to be one, or acting like one to everyone BUT her children. But now it doesn't matter cuz I am over 18. If you ask her she will straight up tell you, "My children are grown I no longer have to be a parent." Spoken like a true failure. I just wish she could HONESTLY say she was even a parent when we weren't grown. If you were I am pretty sure I wouldn't hate you right now. If you were I wouldn't have a juvinile record the size of Texas. If you were, my brother probably would have the capability of living on his own. If you were, you wouldn't have married the shitty excuse you called a husband only to divorce him when he laid his hands on me, wouldn't divorce him when he called me a whore when I was only 13 years old, wouldn't divorce him when you KNEW he was lying to you everytime he told you I did something wrong that never even happened. Nope you let it get all the way to him shoving me down on the stairs. THEN you FINALLY leave the loser. 

Parent of the year goes to: ANYONE BUT YOU! I'd give it to a 16 year old pregnant girl before I'd give it to you.