Well, looks like I’ve been seriously slacking. My bad. I haven’t been online for any amount of time in the last few days. Good grief, when the shit hits the fan it really hits the fan, huh?
Anyway, I don’t really feel like making a long post right now. I’m going to go take a nap soon. Let’s see… My Grandpa-in-law has dementia and his wife (step-grandma-in-law) is too old and frail to take care of him so he’s going off to a nursing home. I don’t personally agree with that, being of the mind that children should take care of their parents-in-good-standing when they’re old and feeble, but who am I? The in-laws think if they can ship ‘em off to a home then that’s where they should be, end of discussion. Hopefully my children don’t learn from them when they’re older (and I need my diapers changed again). That’s kind of sad, really, because I enjoyed talking to Gramps about stuff and I’ll miss that. We’ll go visit him in the home but I’m pretty sure he’ll never be the same again.
Then my brother-in-law decided that my little sister was too mouthy. My little sister is 16 and she and my mother moved in with my other sister and her family when my mother got sick. Well, my brother-in-law is a fucking jerk and tried to choke my little sister last weekend. Of course, no one told me until too late or bil and I would have went ’round ourselves- which everyone was trying to avoid, I guess. Anyway, my little sister called social services and don’t you know my other sister, her fucking husband, and my mother (who is afraid of getting kicked out) told them that my little sister was making shit up? Here’s my mother crying to me that she feels bad because lil’ sis looks like the bad one here, but what’s she going to do? I say “Move in with us” and she just shakes her head and says….”I don’t want to hurt other sister’s feelings.” Ain’t that some fucked up shit? And they wonder why the poor kid has problems? That’s ok because I’m calling social services myself and looking into bringing my lil’ sis here to live. To hell with everyone else and their damned feelings. And to hell with other sis for putting her husband above the rest of her family’s welfare. So what if he beats the kids? So what if he beats the dogs in front of the kids? So what if he cheats on her in front of the kids? She’s put too much time in that marriage to just let it go. But to hear that idiot tell it she’s the mature and responsible sibling. Yeah, right. I guess it’s time for the big sister to shove the definition of mature and responsible down that bitch’s throat. She’s taking a psychology course this semester and I hope the fucking cow learns something. There’s no hope for my mother, of course, but I hope my sister does something before she fucks up one more generation.
I remember one time her husband tried to take Lil’ Miss “in hand”. Oh no, motherfucker, that shit is not popping off. I don’t let any piece of shit man put his hands on my children. I don’t care who they are. It was on. My boyfriend at the time had a stern, um, “talking to” with him and that was the last time he even looked sideways at Lil’ Miss. I don’t care how many fucking guns the son-of-a-bitch has, they’re not enough to keep me from protecting my child.
Pardon me while I seethe. I’m really not in a good mood.
Oh, and my check never did come. My subsequent check came and everyone else got their check’s but mine? Who the hell knows. They’ve finally agreed to stop payment on the other one and cut me a new one. About damned time. Honestly….:noshake: It’s probably the mailman-on-crack we have. He probably forgot there’s someone living in this house and went to the bar with my check. Shoot, I wouldn’t put it past him.
Ok, this post is getting too long now. I went into rant mode for a minute. My bad. Funny thing is I didn’t even mention my speech professor and why I’m going to hog tie the heifer and shove my foot down her throat. That, my dears, is a story for another time.
Demented in-laws napping
Well, looks like I’ve been seriously slacking. My bad. I haven’t been online for any amount of time in the last few days. Good grief, when the shit hits the fan it really hits the fan, huh?
Anyway, I don’t really feel like making a long post right now. I’m going to go take a nap soon. Let’s see… My Grandpa-in-law has dementia and his wife (step-grandma-in-law) is too old and frail to take care of him so he’s going off to a nursing home. I don’t personally agree with that, being of the mind that children should take care of their parents-in-good-standing when they’re old and feeble, but who am I? The in-laws think if they can ship ‘em off to a home then that’s where they should be, end of discussion. Hopefully my children don’t learn from them when they’re older (and I need my diapers changed again). That’s kind of sad, really, because I enjoyed talking to Gramps about stuff and I’ll miss that. We’ll go visit him in the home but I’m pretty sure he’ll never be the same again.
Then my brother-in-law decided that my little sister was too mouthy. My little sister is 16 and she and my mother moved in with my other sister and her family when my mother got sick. Well, my brother-in-law is a fucking jerk and tried to choke my little sister last weekend. Of course, no one told me until too late or bil and I would have went ’round ourselves- which everyone was trying to avoid, I guess. Anyway, my little sister called social services and don’t you know my other sister, her fucking husband, and my mother (who is afraid of getting kicked out) told them that my little sister was making shit up? Here’s my mother crying to me that she feels bad because lil’ sis looks like the bad one here, but what’s she going to do? I say “Move in with us” and she just shakes her head and says….”I don’t want to hurt other sister’s feelings.” Ain’t that some fucked up shit? And they wonder why the poor kid has problems? That’s ok because I’m calling social services myself and looking into bringing my lil’ sis here to live. To hell with everyone else and their damned feelings. And to hell with other sis for putting her husband above the rest of her family’s welfare. So what if he beats the kids? So what if he beats the dogs in front of the kids? So what if he cheats on her in front of the kids? She’s put too much time in that marriage to just let it go. But to hear that idiot tell it she’s the mature and responsible sibling. Yeah, right. I guess it’s time for the big sister to shove the definition of mature and responsible down that bitch’s throat. She’s taking a psychology course this semester and I hope the fucking cow learns something. There’s no hope for my mother, of course, but I hope my sister does something before she fucks up one more generation.
I remember one time her husband tried to take Lil’ Miss “in hand”. Oh no, motherfucker, that shit is not popping off. I don’t let any piece of shit man put his hands on my children. I don’t care who they are. It was on. My boyfriend at the time had a stern, um, “talking to” with him and that was the last time he even looked sideways at Lil’ Miss. I don’t care how many fucking guns the son-of-a-bitch has, they’re not enough to keep me from protecting my child.
Pardon me while I seethe. I’m really not in a good mood.
Oh, and my check never did come. My subsequent check came and everyone else got their check’s but mine? Who the hell knows. They’ve finally agreed to stop payment on the other one and cut me a new one. About damned time. Honestly….:noshake: It’s probably the mailman-on-crack we have. He probably forgot there’s someone living in this house and went to the bar with my check. Shoot, I wouldn’t put it past him.
Ok, this post is getting too long now. I went into rant mode for a minute. My bad. Funny thing is I didn’t even mention my speech professor and why I’m going to hog tie the heifer and shove my foot down her throat. That, my dears, is a story for another time.
Now, I’m off for a nap.
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