Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Another weekend ends on a pissy note.
Amber's b-day was on Friday.#17 this time.
A Cliff notes version:
Anti-christ comes and picks her up,drops off around 8.Quick call,comes back to take her for the night.
Amber winds up sleeping on the floor of the Wingate Hotel room in which AC/Amber's sisters/AC's friend Julie+Julie's niece are sharing.
Julie takes on God complex when it came to children's activities.
Up till 1 am.
My mother calls 4x while Misty and I are gone.
Mother calls again on Saturday.Gets pissed at me because she didn't get to talk to Amber.All but hangs up on me.
Amber comes home,a little upset and looking like hell.
Misty and I go out to get Amber some pants and stuff.Come home to Neo being left outside for however long,so cold he is holding up his paws as best he can for warmth.Amber fell asleep when he was outside.Lies to us about falling asleep.(17 and STILL not able to lie right).
Amber goes to bed early...7:30pm
Misty and I wake up to Neo playing with the cats,Amber is not doing anything to stop him.Amber is now being pissy.
Amber is caught reading(She is grounded from her books,as this is the only punishment that even works now)another week is added,then temper tantrum,then another week.Amber sent to bed early again.
THEN THE THEATRIC CRYING FROM HER ROOM.Just like a spoiled 5 year old,trying to get attention.
I have had it from everyone who thinks I am too hard on her.Here is a word of advice from me to you:
FUCK YOU AND ANYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE YOU.
You don't have to deal with the shit we do here.I am sick of being a god damn nursemaid to a teenager who wants to be a child.Some one who has shown,time and again,that she is not mature enough to do things that someone her age SHOULD be doing.(Driving).
Someone who would just as soon be lazy than do things half-assed,than learn the simple fact of life:Do it right the first time,and you will not have to redo it.I now have taken it upon myself to do dishes.I am sick of having to inspect EVERY FUCKING PIECE OF SILVERWARE,EVERY GLASS,AND EVERY PLATE to make sure they are suitable to eat from.And having to deal with the stubboness of that who doesn't learn from anything.
Having to deal with her shit at home,and everyone just swooning about what an angel she is.
Yea,spend a week at my house with her,you'll be singing a different tune.
Those who have known me for a long time,knows who Matt Jones is.Those who don't,here's a clue:
Take the laziest person you know,take away all traces of personal hygeine,and make him as ignorant as humanly possible then you have Matt Jones.One of those friends in high school you don't know really all about him until you actually live with them.
Amber is rapidly becoming that type of person.
Misty and I have to constantly tell her when to shower.Ask if deoderant was used...etc.
Nursemaiding.
She would take two baby dolls with her when she would go places for the night.She would scream,kick,bit and fight if you tried to take them away.We broke her of them at THE TENDER AGE OF 15.
And don't use the Depression bit on me.I suffer from depression,and even when I hit rock bottom(And I have more than once),I still showered.
And yes,she tried to keep Misty and I from marrying three years ago.She confessed to us just prior to the wedding itself.
THERE'S YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE FUCKING ANGEL,ISN'T IT?
And the real slap in the face?
I'm the "bad guy".
Amber's b-day was on Friday.#17 this time.
A Cliff notes version:
Anti-christ comes and picks her up,drops off around 8.Quick call,comes back to take her for the night.
Amber winds up sleeping on the floor of the Wingate Hotel room in which AC/Amber's sisters/AC's friend Julie+Julie's niece are sharing.
Julie takes on God complex when it came to children's activities.
Up till 1 am.
My mother calls 4x while Misty and I are gone.
Mother calls again on Saturday.Gets pissed at me because she didn't get to talk to Amber.All but hangs up on me.
Amber comes home,a little upset and looking like hell.
Misty and I go out to get Amber some pants and stuff.Come home to Neo being left outside for however long,so cold he is holding up his paws as best he can for warmth.Amber fell asleep when he was outside.Lies to us about falling asleep.(17 and STILL not able to lie right).
Amber goes to bed early...7:30pm
Misty and I wake up to Neo playing with the cats,Amber is not doing anything to stop him.Amber is now being pissy.
Amber is caught reading(She is grounded from her books,as this is the only punishment that even works now)another week is added,then temper tantrum,then another week.Amber sent to bed early again.
THEN THE THEATRIC CRYING FROM HER ROOM.Just like a spoiled 5 year old,trying to get attention.
I have had it from everyone who thinks I am too hard on her.Here is a word of advice from me to you:
FUCK YOU AND ANYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE YOU.
You don't have to deal with the shit we do here.I am sick of being a god damn nursemaid to a teenager who wants to be a child.Some one who has shown,time and again,that she is not mature enough to do things that someone her age SHOULD be doing.(Driving).
Someone who would just as soon be lazy than do things half-assed,than learn the simple fact of life:Do it right the first time,and you will not have to redo it.I now have taken it upon myself to do dishes.I am sick of having to inspect EVERY FUCKING PIECE OF SILVERWARE,EVERY GLASS,AND EVERY PLATE to make sure they are suitable to eat from.And having to deal with the stubboness of that who doesn't learn from anything.
Having to deal with her shit at home,and everyone just swooning about what an angel she is.
Yea,spend a week at my house with her,you'll be singing a different tune.
Those who have known me for a long time,knows who Matt Jones is.Those who don't,here's a clue:
Take the laziest person you know,take away all traces of personal hygeine,and make him as ignorant as humanly possible then you have Matt Jones.One of those friends in high school you don't know really all about him until you actually live with them.
Amber is rapidly becoming that type of person.
Misty and I have to constantly tell her when to shower.Ask if deoderant was used...etc.
Nursemaiding.
She would take two baby dolls with her when she would go places for the night.She would scream,kick,bit and fight if you tried to take them away.We broke her of them at THE TENDER AGE OF 15.
And don't use the Depression bit on me.I suffer from depression,and even when I hit rock bottom(And I have more than once),I still showered.
And yes,she tried to keep Misty and I from marrying three years ago.She confessed to us just prior to the wedding itself.
THERE'S YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE FUCKING ANGEL,ISN'T IT?
And the real slap in the face?
I'm the "bad guy".