maternal issues
I just really need a place to vent the fuck out.
I am so fucking sick of Joe's mom, like you can't even fucking believe.
I know, I know.. it's my fault for getting mixed up with a guy who still lives at home.
Whatever, I'm an idiot.
We've had plans to move out before, then shit happened, and we couldn't.
His mom is constantly hitting us up for money for every fucking thing.
Rent, understandable, we pay rent.
Our rent is supposed to cover the fucking groceries and the utilities.
Sometimes in the summer, she'll ask for a bit more because the extra use of the AC, which is fine.
Even in the winter, when we crank the hearter up, okay, cool, I get it.
I don't have a problem with this.
On top of that, we also pay for our cell phones.
Which is, again, fine. Especially for me because I got internet on my phone so i pay 50 or 60 bucks a month.
All of this shit if totally fine.
BUT
She has the fucking tits to ask Joe for extra money to cover HER goddamn bills?
Or when Holly needs to go back to school shopping TO GET MORE FUCKING CLOTHES THAT SHE DOESN'T FUCKING NEED. That little bitch had more goddamn shoes then anyone I have ever sene in my life.
Her clothes are all over the fucking place. You literally cannot see the floor of her room.
Also, Nikki moved back in.
The lease on her apartment was up so she came back.
Supposed to be temporary.
Don't get me started.
Me and Joe we're TRYING to get on good terms with his mom.
We would invite her to the movies whenever we went out, she would say "No thanks, I don't like sitting in movie theaters."
Or if we went out to the diner or something, we would ask if she wanted to go or if she wanted us to bring back anything. She would say, "No that's fine."
So, whatever.
We stopped asking.
Nikki moves in.
They started going to the movies like eevry other weekend.
They go out to eat at least 2 or 3 times a week.
w t f
But fine, whatever.
She has a new best friend.
Anyway...
With his mom hitting us up for money, we figured we would stay till Holly is off in college.
We would hang out, help her with the bills and whatever extra money she needed while Holly was around.
Once Holly was gone, she shouldn't need anything, right?
Okay.
Here's when shit goes fucking stupid as all hell.
First off, we already take care of ourselves.
We clean up after oursevles, we hardly even interact with anyone in the house.
We go to work. We come home, we do our own thing.
There was some big issue about dishes piling up.
His mom is FOREVER bitching about the dishes.
Mind you, when we cook anything, IF we ever cook anything, we clean up and put it all back.
So.. we stopped using dishes altogether.
We eat off paper plates and use plastic utensils.
Joe has one glass cup he uses and I use my tea/coffee mug.
Other then that.. nothing.
The sink is still ALWAYS FULL.
Then, something came up about laundry.
First of all, we never asked her to do our laundry.
She just always comes over and drags our basket to the wash and just does it, so we never questioned it.
She tells us, and everyone else, to do their own wash cause she can't haul the baskets up and downt he stairs.
WHICH SHE NEVER FUCKING DOES.
She always gets Joe to carry them for her.
But fine, whatever.
I do the wash for me and Joe.
On top of that, we don't even use the laundry basket int he bathroom.
This way, she doesn't even have to LOOK at our clothes.
We take them downstairs and put them in our basket.
Fuck the convenience.
So by now, we're pretty segregated from everyone.
Ya think?
We don't eat dinner with them.
We don't watch tv with them.
I've gone for days without so much as seeing a person because everyone is gone by the time I get upstairs to go to work for the night.
We're fairly self sufficient.
Welp, now here's some more shit.
She comes in, crying and bitching, saying all this shit that she needs help around the house.
That she doesn't feel good.
That she's dying... again.
Or some stupid fucking nonsense.
And here's me and Joe... looking at each other.
We already clean up after ourselves. That should be more then enough.
EVERYONE in this house, is hold enough, to pick up their own shit.
But do they..?
Fuck no.
Nikki is fine.
She may leave something here or there, but she does eventually get around to it.
Holly is a goddamn mess. She's a good kid, smart, kinda fucking retarded, but she's a fucking pig slob.
Her shit is all over the fucking place.
Clothes. Books. Shoes. Food. Drinks.
Just random shit all over the place.
But she's the golden child.
She's the straight A cheerleader.
She gets what she wants because her mother doesn't know how to be a fucking parent and lets her ass get away with every goddamn thing, while Joe BUSTS HIS FUCKING ASS to do EVERYTHING his mother asks of him.
I don't se ehow he does it.
Or 'did' it, as I should say.
He's done.
When we got to talking, I told him what's been happening, and had him look at the big picture.
We pay the most rent.
We pay her 1000 bucks a month, for rent alone.
On top of that, we pay for ours phones.
On top of that, he STILL gives her money for HER bills whens he can't pay them.
Do you even want to know how many times she was going to have the pets put to sleep?
Because her ass couldn't pay for the medicine? Or whatever little bit of surgery they needed?
DO YOU KNOW WHO'S FAULT IT IS, THAT GOT THE ANIMALS SICK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!
She over feeds them like crazy, and they have all these health issues.
Especially the dog, because he's old.
Okay so back on track.
We pay ALL this money.
We only live in the smallest room of the house.
We get bitched at for every little thing.
She is always taking out shit on us.
On top of that, we're the maid service.
Not only do we clean up after ourselves, but we gotta pick up after 3 other people.
It's fucking stupid.
So now.. he wants nothing at all to do with her.
At first I kinda felt bad.
I know she'll blame it on me, because I cut off my mom. She'll think I made him do it.
But she already blames me for everything. I ruined him.
It's my fault he's like this.
It's my fault that he stopped pretending to be 'the good son' she wanted him to be.
Right.
It's my fault he stopped being a fake piece of shit.
It's my fault that he actually wants to live his life and be productive.
It's my fault he got married and wanted to have a commited relationship.
It's my fault he moved from a shit hold job and got himself a stable, providing career.
It's my fault.
Yep.
What the fuck ever.
Once me and him had first started talking about moving, I told him that if he even so uch as gives her a dime.. I'm leaving.
Unless it was for something actually important.
Life or death kinda thing.
I had this shit happen with Edd. He moved out to go help his parents cause his dad had surgey and couldn't work anymore.
So we left to go take care of him, and the house, and the kids.
He would come back to see me every weekend, drop off some money to help me with rent, and then.. eventually that stopped. Shit got bad, and yeah... not doing it again.
But now.. Joe wants nothing to di with her at all.
Even the life or death thing.
He said; "Oh well, if she wanted to put the cat and dog asleep cause she couldn't afford it, well.. I can't afford it for her either. Fuck it."
I love him.
So.. we're looking for places again.
Our deadline is the end of October.
We're just going to find an apartment in stead of trying to own something right away.
We don't have the money to get into that kinda situation yet.
We'll rent for a couple years, save, and move out when we can.
We'll just be happier when we're finally away from everyone and we can be left the hell alone and just fucking be able to live.
Also... parties.
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