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So, today I go to start my car leaving school and it doesn't turn over. I called home to ask for help, and mother unit is not there and her husband tells me he can't do anything. Fine. I leave a message for her to call me, and before I was able to get security, she calls back screaming about how it's my fault for not carrying jumper cables, and how she has to get gas now and all kinds of stuff. While students are leaving the building, just...screaming.
Then I tell her I'm going to call security to help, she calls again to yell as the guy is trying to help me, and then, after he's given up trying after five tries and tells me it's not my battery, I call back to give her the news and she shrieks at me more about how they'll have to come get me.
On the plus side, the jumper cables aren't an issue now because it DIDNT WORK but she insists that the car would have started with them, no matter what the problem is. She's on the way to come get me now, and I expect to be bitched at a lot more on the way home for not having cables, even though everything else in my car was working. I mean, it's stopped and started a lot the past week because we've had to rely on it since she had hers repossessed and only just got it back.
For fuck's sake, the car is 14 years old. I know she'll find a way to make this my fault, and I am NOT looking forward to the ride home, where I can hear about how I'm inconveniencing her, or her latest thing of talking about how I'm not gratful to them.
You know, the last paycheck I got? I had to hand it over to her as soon as it got cashed so she could rescue her car. She was actually pissed that I wanted to keep twenty bucks of it for gas and food. So, I didn't.
She's started paying me back in small amounts but she just expects it and doesn't even ask nicely anymore, just tells me what she needs and how I'm going to give it to her, but I'm the one who is ungrateful.
Tonight she was at an orientation to start at Sears before she came home. You can bet she'll be bitching about how she'll have to schedule her work around the days I teach, and how hard it is for her, and everything else she moans about constantly. And the screaming about other things that aren't related to it either. I know it's coming and I dread it.
And she claims she has no idea why I have severe anxiety and freak out when she gets too close to me. Apparently the screaming in my face thing is a perfectly normal thing to do and I have to just get used to it because it's something normal people do.
Maybe I should have just elected to curl up on one of the upstairs couches tonight instead. It's my fault for falling for their sob story about needing me to stay so I can pay half the rent since they can't afford it, I know that, but it's always something. Tonight will be all about this being my fault and how I'm irresponsible or whatever because my car did something wrong, even though it was nothing I could have helped by carrying along jumper cables like she claimed.
God, I don't want to go home. No money to go anywhere else, but I am NOT looking forward to this.
Edit: Yup, she got there and started bitching about why didn't I go out at lunch and run the car. Figures.
Then I tell her I'm going to call security to help, she calls again to yell as the guy is trying to help me, and then, after he's given up trying after five tries and tells me it's not my battery, I call back to give her the news and she shrieks at me more about how they'll have to come get me.
On the plus side, the jumper cables aren't an issue now because it DIDNT WORK but she insists that the car would have started with them, no matter what the problem is. She's on the way to come get me now, and I expect to be bitched at a lot more on the way home for not having cables, even though everything else in my car was working. I mean, it's stopped and started a lot the past week because we've had to rely on it since she had hers repossessed and only just got it back.
For fuck's sake, the car is 14 years old. I know she'll find a way to make this my fault, and I am NOT looking forward to the ride home, where I can hear about how I'm inconveniencing her, or her latest thing of talking about how I'm not gratful to them.
You know, the last paycheck I got? I had to hand it over to her as soon as it got cashed so she could rescue her car. She was actually pissed that I wanted to keep twenty bucks of it for gas and food. So, I didn't.
She's started paying me back in small amounts but she just expects it and doesn't even ask nicely anymore, just tells me what she needs and how I'm going to give it to her, but I'm the one who is ungrateful.
Tonight she was at an orientation to start at Sears before she came home. You can bet she'll be bitching about how she'll have to schedule her work around the days I teach, and how hard it is for her, and everything else she moans about constantly. And the screaming about other things that aren't related to it either. I know it's coming and I dread it.
And she claims she has no idea why I have severe anxiety and freak out when she gets too close to me. Apparently the screaming in my face thing is a perfectly normal thing to do and I have to just get used to it because it's something normal people do.
Maybe I should have just elected to curl up on one of the upstairs couches tonight instead. It's my fault for falling for their sob story about needing me to stay so I can pay half the rent since they can't afford it, I know that, but it's always something. Tonight will be all about this being my fault and how I'm irresponsible or whatever because my car did something wrong, even though it was nothing I could have helped by carrying along jumper cables like she claimed.
God, I don't want to go home. No money to go anywhere else, but I am NOT looking forward to this.
Edit: Yup, she got there and started bitching about why didn't I go out at lunch and run the car. Figures.