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.
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