somedays i just want to die.
why?
when the fuck are my grandparents leaving?
they're really putting a burden on the fam and i.
we're all on edge and being rude to eachother, which isn't unnormal but it's just more so then usual. of course me and my mom are on our own team and then there is my dad.
doing everything he can to accomidate his parents.
and they're SO fucking rude to my mom.
it's not the same as it use to be when i was little and didn't realize what whiny, depressing, rude assholes they were.
and now i see it and i really dislike them.
they have no right coming into my mom's house and treating her the way they do.
they piss me off.
so i try and distance myself so that i'm not rude to them.
because even though i don't like them and they deserve to get treated the way they treat people, the last thing i'd want to do is disrespect them.
they still are my grandparents.
my bathroom constantly stinks of old people and shit since they've been here.
my grandmother is using up all my pads, which i don't understand..they aren't diapers!
they've asked me 3 times(which is a shockingly low number for them) if i'm in high school still and when i'm turning 18.
i've been out of high school for 2 years and i'm 20 years old.
jesus christ.
i just want them to go!
i feel bad for saying and thinking these things but then again i don't because i think of how my mom must feel when she spends all of her hour lunch and right when she gets home from work making dinner for my grandparents to say how it's cold, and how my grandmother doesn't like chicken.
HOW FUCKING RUDE.
not to mention the tweaker cleaning spree my mom went on when she found out a day before they got here they were coming..all for them to thrash our house within the first 2 hours of being there.
the kitchen floor is a disaster area. dishes everywhere. water all the the counter tops. news paper left out all over the dinner table. crumbs everywhere. and that's just the kitchen.
i could go on and on.
i just feel bad for my mom. she always is busy doing something. cleaning, cooking, working, taking care of the dogs..and then these old bags of flesh come strolling in thinkign they own the place talking the way the do to her. it pisses me off so bad.
great.
kimberly just sent me a text talking about how josh can't talk to her anymore.
this can't be good.
when the fuck are my grandparents leaving?
they're really putting a burden on the fam and i.
we're all on edge and being rude to eachother, which isn't unnormal but it's just more so then usual. of course me and my mom are on our own team and then there is my dad.
doing everything he can to accomidate his parents.
and they're SO fucking rude to my mom.
it's not the same as it use to be when i was little and didn't realize what whiny, depressing, rude assholes they were.
and now i see it and i really dislike them.
they have no right coming into my mom's house and treating her the way they do.
they piss me off.
so i try and distance myself so that i'm not rude to them.
because even though i don't like them and they deserve to get treated the way they treat people, the last thing i'd want to do is disrespect them.
they still are my grandparents.
my bathroom constantly stinks of old people and shit since they've been here.
my grandmother is using up all my pads, which i don't understand..they aren't diapers!
they've asked me 3 times(which is a shockingly low number for them) if i'm in high school still and when i'm turning 18.
i've been out of high school for 2 years and i'm 20 years old.
jesus christ.
i just want them to go!
i feel bad for saying and thinking these things but then again i don't because i think of how my mom must feel when she spends all of her hour lunch and right when she gets home from work making dinner for my grandparents to say how it's cold, and how my grandmother doesn't like chicken.
HOW FUCKING RUDE.
not to mention the tweaker cleaning spree my mom went on when she found out a day before they got here they were coming..all for them to thrash our house within the first 2 hours of being there.
the kitchen floor is a disaster area. dishes everywhere. water all the the counter tops. news paper left out all over the dinner table. crumbs everywhere. and that's just the kitchen.
i could go on and on.
i just feel bad for my mom. she always is busy doing something. cleaning, cooking, working, taking care of the dogs..and then these old bags of flesh come strolling in thinkign they own the place talking the way the do to her. it pisses me off so bad.
great.
kimberly just sent me a text talking about how josh can't talk to her anymore.
this can't be good.