I feel it is important, not only to keep you informed of current events, but of past events as well. When Jack and I were together, ID needed a place to live. She kept telling people over and over again that she didn’t want anyone’s help and that she will just deal with her problem. Being the nice future daughter-in-law, I let her know that she is more than welcomed to stay at our house until she can make other arrangements and that it was no problem because we help family out. Biggest fucking mistake of my fucking life.
Before she moved in, she finally found her long lost adopted daughter that grew up with her children. We will call her Dopie. Dopie was only there to help ID pack and move her belongings to the house. She was not supposed to shack up with us and live at the house. However, it turned into a 2 for 1 deal and I was not happy.
I made a comment about no one asking me if Dopie can stay with us and thought it was rather rude and tacky to just assume it was okay for her to live at our place and have no job. ID told me that she likes having Dopie around. Yeah, well I like to have my sanity but no one seems to care about that, now do they?
Jack is not the cleanest person around and I am not a maid. I will do normal house hold chores and make sure the house is clean, but I will not clean up after a pig. This is not the 1920’s and my purpose on Earth is not to serve you. Therefore, I am not here to serve your son. ID would constantly bitch about how I never did anything. Really?!?! Never did anything? I worked full time, went to grad school full time, took care of my daughter as well as his, put food on the table, cleaned the house, and took care of everything else, but I did nothing? Just because she waited on her children like some pathetic version of a New Jersey housewife doesn’t mean I will. I was not brought up that way. Jack has two hands and two feet and is perfectly capable of doing his own laundry and cleaning up his messes.
Before I met Jack, my place was ALWAYS clean, with the exception of my bedroom. My bedroom wasn’t nasty dirty, I just wasn’t a very organized person and had way too many clothes. ID decides she is going to start bitching to everyone about how filthy I am and how I don’t clean. Excuse me what? Your son doesn’t know how to change his underwear every fucking day, let alone brush his teeth and I am the filthy pig? If Whoreen had a problem with keeping up with the house and so do I, maybe it is your pig of a son.
Whatever, she wants to bitch about how dirty I am, whatever. She is living at MY house free of rent. Jack and I decide to go on a camping trip and leave ID at home. Little did I know she had a surprise for me. When we got back, the house was completely cleaned to her liking and everything placed where she wanted to. I made a comment about how nice the house looked and proceeded to go upstairs. I went into the my room and found everything was rearranged and cleaned. WTF?!?!?! I had important papers that were just thrown away and my work stuff placed in a spot that they didn’t belong. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated the house being clean, but come on. You can’t come in and clean the entire house without me knowing because Jack said so.
That is when shit hit the fan. ID started to get all pissy and bitching about everything. We went out to dinner and ID decides to start her drama in public. Are you fucking kidding me? We don’t need to air our problems for the entire city to hear. If you have a problem, tell me to my face like a fucking adult. Come to find out that she is mad because I didn’t like the house cleaning. Well wtf bitch…. You threw away everything you thought wasn’t important. I am sorry, I wasn’t aware that me saying the house looked great wasn’t enough. She threw a huge fit and then went outside and locked herself in the truck. Really? I don’t have time for this shit. Jack and Dopie’s dumbass just looked at me like it was my responsibility to fix it. I go outside to talk to her. I let her know that I did appreciate her cleaning the house but I wasn’t happy about invading my room without asking and throwing everything out. Of course, she is too into herself and her problems that she doesn’t care. She starts going off about her problems, how Jack is unhappy, how I am a homewrecker, and how I don’t appreciate Dopie being there.
I had to take a moment because at that particular moment, I wanted to punch a bitch. I help back in fear of contracting the hivvy (compliments of my friend). That is great that Jack is unhappy. Well so am I. I haven’t been happy for over a year. I am in a shitty ass relationship where no one cares about how I feel. Everyone just wants to bitch what I am doing wrong. Second, I am not a fucking homewrecker and you can get the fuck out of my house if you want to continue to call me that. And third, no one asked if Dopie can live there. We were just supposed to except the fact that you wanted her there to make your fucking life easier. Well guess what Infectious Disease…. It doesn’t make my life easier.
I don’t have time to sit in the cold weather arguing with a complete moron. I tell her to go fuck herself and go back inside. Yes, my life sucks at this time.
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