The letter!
Stacy,
I think I need to remind you of a few things. When you asked me to come to California to help you move here, I used a whole 2 weeks pay to get Bob there by the day you need him there. True, you wired us money to get the rest of the way there, but hey, I did what I could.
I helped pack the truck while you sat on your ass in front of the computer while Bob, Misti and I packed it. Then you bitched that it wasn't packed right.
On the way to PA, you bitched and complained the whole time that you needed to be in Indianapolis by whatever day. Well you can't go 70 miles per hour over a mountain with a truck full of stuff, pulling a car full of stuff. Sorry. You were in such a hurry to get there that you made us drive 32 hours without sleep. That was fucked up to say the least!
During the argument we had, I told you to take the U-Haul and leave. You refused, if you remember correctly. That morning you abandoned us and your things. You gave us $50 and said "I'll see you in Indianapolis, if not I'll see ya when I see ya." That was again fucked up. You knew we had no money to get home. We should have left your shit there. But we didn't. We had to get money from Bob's family and my mom. Am I asking for that money I had to pay my mom back? NO! But the point is, you don't have your things back thru no fault but your own.
Your priority then was to get to the hotel to meet a married grease ball, and not your things. Now it is out responsibility to ship your things? I think not!! But I HAVE shipped what was accessible. You'll get whatever else I find as well, BUT I refuse to spend one more red cent on you or your things again.
You need to send, boxes, wrap, tape...etc. Whatever else you think I'll need to ship your shit!
I don't want your things. I'm not a bear collector. Thats something little kids collect. I'm beyond that stage. I have my own things.
The things that I had access to at the time you got. As for the rest, as I told Misti is in the spare bedroom, in the closet. That closet is emptied one time a year, AT CHRISTMAS. SO, at the beginning of December, the closet will be accessible and gone thru. Not till then! Your other thing are in the closet behind the Christmas stuff.
I REFUSE to go thru this stuff in September. I also don't believe you have ANY right to direct my time and give me an ultimatum. I will not change my schedule, sleep time, or routine for you again because you don't appreciate it anyway.
The last things I sent, you bitched about. So, I told Bob that it was now up to him to pack and ship your things.
I'm the one that spent 2 days packing and searching for your shit. What do I get? A thank you? HELL NO! But a letter bitching about it not being packed tight enough? FUCK THAT!!!!! If it weren't for me, you still wouldn't have the shit you have now. Bob won't send it.
I don't want your things. That's why I was taking MY time to do this for you. But you just aren't happy unless you are bitching, HUH?
If you send the things for shipping I'm willing to try again. I totally understand you want your things. If you do then why can't you just be happy that I'm working on it? Well, I'm sorry they weren't packed right. Maybe you should have thought about that and sent some bubble wrap or something, huh?
About the puppies. If you know anything about dogs, you'd know they can not be taken away from the mom for 8 weeks. Katie had 11 puppies on July 29th. You figure it out!
Also I work for a living. I work more that most people, and totally more than I should. I work 55-70 hours a week. I'm a nurse so I have trainings out of town at least 5-7 days a month. I don't have time for myself or for Bob, let alone worrying about sending your shit to you.
I'm not getting Christmas things out in September. That is asinine!! Send me boxes, wait till I get the things out of the closet, AT CHRISTMAS, and you will have the things that I have here.
You can send whoever you want to my house, but do you really think that I'm going to grant them permission into my home? HELL NO!!!!!!!!
I've done more than I should for you Stacy. I don't mean to be rude or mean. I just don't like being brought into this. I don't think you know where I'm coming from. Hopefully from this E-Mail you will see it from my point of view if that is possible.
One more thing. I did have access to that quilt thing. It's just sitting in the dog room, but I can't send it unless I break it apart. I can do that if you want, but obviously it means a lot and I don't want to wreck your things. So if you send a box big enough and long enough I'll get that to you ASAP. Well bye for now. Please write back and let me know what you want to do.
Later,
Heather
She wrote back and was nice as could be. Fucking suck ass bitch! Oh well she can kiss up as much as she wants to I don't give a fuck I still hate her ass!
I'm off to bed before work. Tune in next month maybe I'll get some time then to re-update. Later all.
I think I need to remind you of a few things. When you asked me to come to California to help you move here, I used a whole 2 weeks pay to get Bob there by the day you need him there. True, you wired us money to get the rest of the way there, but hey, I did what I could.
I helped pack the truck while you sat on your ass in front of the computer while Bob, Misti and I packed it. Then you bitched that it wasn't packed right.
On the way to PA, you bitched and complained the whole time that you needed to be in Indianapolis by whatever day. Well you can't go 70 miles per hour over a mountain with a truck full of stuff, pulling a car full of stuff. Sorry. You were in such a hurry to get there that you made us drive 32 hours without sleep. That was fucked up to say the least!
During the argument we had, I told you to take the U-Haul and leave. You refused, if you remember correctly. That morning you abandoned us and your things. You gave us $50 and said "I'll see you in Indianapolis, if not I'll see ya when I see ya." That was again fucked up. You knew we had no money to get home. We should have left your shit there. But we didn't. We had to get money from Bob's family and my mom. Am I asking for that money I had to pay my mom back? NO! But the point is, you don't have your things back thru no fault but your own.
Your priority then was to get to the hotel to meet a married grease ball, and not your things. Now it is out responsibility to ship your things? I think not!! But I HAVE shipped what was accessible. You'll get whatever else I find as well, BUT I refuse to spend one more red cent on you or your things again.
You need to send, boxes, wrap, tape...etc. Whatever else you think I'll need to ship your shit!
I don't want your things. I'm not a bear collector. Thats something little kids collect. I'm beyond that stage. I have my own things.
The things that I had access to at the time you got. As for the rest, as I told Misti is in the spare bedroom, in the closet. That closet is emptied one time a year, AT CHRISTMAS. SO, at the beginning of December, the closet will be accessible and gone thru. Not till then! Your other thing are in the closet behind the Christmas stuff.
I REFUSE to go thru this stuff in September. I also don't believe you have ANY right to direct my time and give me an ultimatum. I will not change my schedule, sleep time, or routine for you again because you don't appreciate it anyway.
The last things I sent, you bitched about. So, I told Bob that it was now up to him to pack and ship your things.
I'm the one that spent 2 days packing and searching for your shit. What do I get? A thank you? HELL NO! But a letter bitching about it not being packed tight enough? FUCK THAT!!!!! If it weren't for me, you still wouldn't have the shit you have now. Bob won't send it.
I don't want your things. That's why I was taking MY time to do this for you. But you just aren't happy unless you are bitching, HUH?
If you send the things for shipping I'm willing to try again. I totally understand you want your things. If you do then why can't you just be happy that I'm working on it? Well, I'm sorry they weren't packed right. Maybe you should have thought about that and sent some bubble wrap or something, huh?
About the puppies. If you know anything about dogs, you'd know they can not be taken away from the mom for 8 weeks. Katie had 11 puppies on July 29th. You figure it out!
Also I work for a living. I work more that most people, and totally more than I should. I work 55-70 hours a week. I'm a nurse so I have trainings out of town at least 5-7 days a month. I don't have time for myself or for Bob, let alone worrying about sending your shit to you.
I'm not getting Christmas things out in September. That is asinine!! Send me boxes, wait till I get the things out of the closet, AT CHRISTMAS, and you will have the things that I have here.
You can send whoever you want to my house, but do you really think that I'm going to grant them permission into my home? HELL NO!!!!!!!!
I've done more than I should for you Stacy. I don't mean to be rude or mean. I just don't like being brought into this. I don't think you know where I'm coming from. Hopefully from this E-Mail you will see it from my point of view if that is possible.
One more thing. I did have access to that quilt thing. It's just sitting in the dog room, but I can't send it unless I break it apart. I can do that if you want, but obviously it means a lot and I don't want to wreck your things. So if you send a box big enough and long enough I'll get that to you ASAP. Well bye for now. Please write back and let me know what you want to do.
Later,
Heather
She wrote back and was nice as could be. Fucking suck ass bitch! Oh well she can kiss up as much as she wants to I don't give a fuck I still hate her ass!
I'm off to bed before work. Tune in next month maybe I'll get some time then to re-update. Later all.