Mother again
If I EVER treat my children with the disrespect my mother shows me I hope lightening hits me and kills me right there on the spot. There is some kind of verbal abuse from this woman, every single day, toward me and my youngest son. I am sick of it. I am ready to take my children and leave here, leaving her to her own devices. I have cowered in her shadow all my life. I am sick and tired of it. She has a vicious, mean streak that she takes out on us. She is ignorant and racist. She is a know-it-all. She thinks all her obnoxious little quirks are cute. There is nothing cute about slurping, talking with your mouth full of food, or any of her other habits. They're disgusting. The more I try to hint to her about talking with her mouth full, the more she does it. And she wonders why we never eat at the table. The kids and I cannot stand her "see food" constantly being on display.
She has NEVER treated me right. She has always intimidated me and ruled over me with a fly swat. She has never been my friend, only my ruler. She has used me against my other family-they're just as bad as she is-for spite, making me call her "Mother" when I was a little child, just to get to my dad and his family. I got in trouble if I accidently said "Mommy", a term she HATES. Now she wants me to rule over my children with the same tyranical force. It makes her angry that they are not afraid of me. I told her yesterday that a person who makes their children afraid of them has failed miserably. HA! I finally spoke up for myself. I am finally no longer taking her shit.
She has convinced herself that we WANTED to move into this house. She has done this so that she does not feel guilty for the unhappiness we have felt since we had to come here to keep her from falling, starving to death, wrecking and killing a bus full of nuns and orphans etc. She knows better. She knows we hate it here.
The old sister sat a dirty waste basket on the counter top where I prepare food today. When I called her attention to it, she just barked that there was nothing wrong with it and that there were cats and dogs and poop and everything else up there. What a stupid thing to say. Sometimes the cat jumps up there. No dogs, no poop, you old bitch. She just refuses to take the blame for anything so she imediately turns it on me, since the cat is mine. The cat that she threatened to kill yesterday. You just kill my cat, you old bitch. Kill it and see how you like the fucking nursing home. If she ever lays a hand on my son I will call the police. She tried to hit him on the behind the other day, and got him a little. I was LIVID. If she ever hits his face, arms, anywhere else, I will press charges. That is the truth.
She has NEVER treated me right. She has always intimidated me and ruled over me with a fly swat. She has never been my friend, only my ruler. She has used me against my other family-they're just as bad as she is-for spite, making me call her "Mother" when I was a little child, just to get to my dad and his family. I got in trouble if I accidently said "Mommy", a term she HATES. Now she wants me to rule over my children with the same tyranical force. It makes her angry that they are not afraid of me. I told her yesterday that a person who makes their children afraid of them has failed miserably. HA! I finally spoke up for myself. I am finally no longer taking her shit.
She has convinced herself that we WANTED to move into this house. She has done this so that she does not feel guilty for the unhappiness we have felt since we had to come here to keep her from falling, starving to death, wrecking and killing a bus full of nuns and orphans etc. She knows better. She knows we hate it here.
The old sister sat a dirty waste basket on the counter top where I prepare food today. When I called her attention to it, she just barked that there was nothing wrong with it and that there were cats and dogs and poop and everything else up there. What a stupid thing to say. Sometimes the cat jumps up there. No dogs, no poop, you old bitch. She just refuses to take the blame for anything so she imediately turns it on me, since the cat is mine. The cat that she threatened to kill yesterday. You just kill my cat, you old bitch. Kill it and see how you like the fucking nursing home. If she ever lays a hand on my son I will call the police. She tried to hit him on the behind the other day, and got him a little. I was LIVID. If she ever hits his face, arms, anywhere else, I will press charges. That is the truth.