Letter to Teddi.
I have seen over three years of this. Enough is enough.
so, have you ever thought about not being such a controlling bitch, and letting bailey live her own life? just saying, you're lack of developmental support and motherly love is already enough to screw a kid up. stop smothering her with your overbearing demands to be just like you. what you need to give her is an education so she doesn't die on her first day out the door.
by the way, i'm getting a little ticked off by you spying on me and talking about me behind my back. you can take that politician attitude and shove it. if you have something to say to me, then say it to my face.
also, while i'm at it, i should probably inform you that the manner you've been threatening bailey is a form of psychological abuse. the shelter for your animals is classic animal neglect. putting the garbage can on the fucking table you prepare food on is absolutely not sanitary (and i paid careful attention, you did not wash it first). letting the ducklings out in the morning and making us chase them down in the afternoon is ridiculous. it was just one more chore to ease your overwhelming ego. you like being in control, i get it. but at some point, it's just unhealthy. which brings me to a really funny point. ...
telling bailey that she's lazy (not even going to mention how you're internalizing this negative behavior with your put-downs and control issues) and telling her she's not going to have someone to wait on her hand and foot out there in the real world. ... excuse me? i've watched you tell her to do so many frivolous maid duties it's unreal. "Bailey, make me a cake. bailey, go to the kitchen and bring me a plate of banana bars. bailey, get my foot spa, fill it with hot water and bring it to me." ... you are about the biggest hypocrite i have ever seen. you raised her to be your slave. you've given her no motivation to succeed, no opportunities to be independent, no encouragement for her education- nothing but psychological put-downs, a list of chores, and authoritarian style dictations commanding her what she can do, what she will do and what she absolutely may not to-- arbitrarily based on your bullshit control disorder.
oh, and at the halloween party, when you screamed at me to get out of the house and help jim and sam ... they had been standing around talking about cars for half an hour. they went outside the house when you went in, and inside the house when you went out BECAUSE THEY WERE AVOIDING YOU! isn't that funny? almost as if everyone knows you're a control freak, but nobody has the balls to admit it! boy it feels good to get that out. that's been an elephant in the room since we first met.
as far as i'm concerned, i've shoveled your deck, washed shit from your sidewalks, cleaned your counters, fed and watered your animals-- time and time again without being asked. i've put up with your overbearing irrational control freak attitude for 3 solid years. in return you've fed me, allowed me the pleasure of freezing my ass off in your cold attic (so cold that you and jim would jump at the opportunity to complain if so much as a draft came through that door) and spending time helping your daughter overcome her dependency issues. as far as i'm concerned, we're pretty much even.
~oh, and how is it that you would go around and open all the windows in middle of the winter for the sake of cooling off the house, but you wouldn't begin to think of opening the attic door and letting some of that heat go upstairs? do you know how stupid that is? you people are so wasteful, i never understood what the deal was. letting food set out for hours to collect bacteria before putting it in the fridge (uncovered, no less). setting food in the kitchen to rot for a couple days before giving it to the cats. masting ladybugs in your kitchen??? i could write a book about my interactions with you and your household. and trust me, it would not make you look good. :\
oh! and i almost forgot! what you were referring to wasn't actually immaturity. it was identity. see, the closest thing that you have to an understanding of maturity is your identity. you suffer from a form of distorted thinking known as Catastrophe (***). (while you would insistently force your identity onto me and bailey, i am glad not to share your delusions. see *** at bottom.)
there is a difference between possible, and plausible. now yes, it is possible that i hit a snow drift, and my four wheel drive silverado spins widly out of control, and i end up in the ditch, and my airbag doesn't go off, and i slam my head on the windshield, and i go into a coma, and by the time anyone finds me i'm already dead via hypothermia. but there's no possible way you can even begin to tell me that is a plausible scenerio!
also, maturity by my definition is composed of two major premises- perception and progress. from what i can tell, your perception is skewed (firstly, by inability to reasonably judge. i have plenty of examples of this, some i've went over, but i'll offer a new one.) ... there have been three majorly noted occasions where you have spam called/texted bailey because you thought the weather was getting bad. i drove completely unimpaired by the weather each time i choose not to heed your warning. boy who cried wolf. your opinion doesn't mean anything if you're always exaggerating/lying/making shit up- i don't even know what you're thinking behind this is.
it's like you wanted me to leave so you could have your slave girl to wait on you hand and foot without distraction. it's like you absolutely hated the idea of her leaving the house because there wouldn't be someone for you to order around. god forbid you'd have to waddle your fat ass to the fridge to get your own damn soda.
and by the way. go ahead and talk to bailey. threaten to ruin her life, tell her you forbid her to see me. your psychological abuse is only proving my point. you are just about the worst mother bailey could have gotten.
this was really a shame, if you think about it. we had a nice truce going. you didn't directly push your overbearing control issues onto me, and i let you go about your delusional ways. it's just a shame you had to break that truce and get after me with your slippery slope "you are immature because you don't think about the incredibly unlikely event that the fog would inevitably lead to your death, through this unreasonable series of unfortunate events" argument... then again, the incredibly abusive "if you don't do what i say, then i'm not gonna let you see killian for the rest of his stay down here" shit you were pulling behind my back was just about getting to the point of me needing to intervene.
***You expect disaster. You notice or hear about a problem and start "what if's." What if that happens to me? What if tragedy strikes? There are no limits to a really fertile catastrophic imagination. An underlying catalyst for this style of thinking is that you do not trust in yourself and your capacity to adapt to change. (and may i add, you reflect this fear onto others.)
so, have you ever thought about not being such a controlling bitch, and letting bailey live her own life? just saying, you're lack of developmental support and motherly love is already enough to screw a kid up. stop smothering her with your overbearing demands to be just like you. what you need to give her is an education so she doesn't die on her first day out the door.
by the way, i'm getting a little ticked off by you spying on me and talking about me behind my back. you can take that politician attitude and shove it. if you have something to say to me, then say it to my face.
also, while i'm at it, i should probably inform you that the manner you've been threatening bailey is a form of psychological abuse. the shelter for your animals is classic animal neglect. putting the garbage can on the fucking table you prepare food on is absolutely not sanitary (and i paid careful attention, you did not wash it first). letting the ducklings out in the morning and making us chase them down in the afternoon is ridiculous. it was just one more chore to ease your overwhelming ego. you like being in control, i get it. but at some point, it's just unhealthy. which brings me to a really funny point. ...
telling bailey that she's lazy (not even going to mention how you're internalizing this negative behavior with your put-downs and control issues) and telling her she's not going to have someone to wait on her hand and foot out there in the real world. ... excuse me? i've watched you tell her to do so many frivolous maid duties it's unreal. "Bailey, make me a cake. bailey, go to the kitchen and bring me a plate of banana bars. bailey, get my foot spa, fill it with hot water and bring it to me." ... you are about the biggest hypocrite i have ever seen. you raised her to be your slave. you've given her no motivation to succeed, no opportunities to be independent, no encouragement for her education- nothing but psychological put-downs, a list of chores, and authoritarian style dictations commanding her what she can do, what she will do and what she absolutely may not to-- arbitrarily based on your bullshit control disorder.
oh, and at the halloween party, when you screamed at me to get out of the house and help jim and sam ... they had been standing around talking about cars for half an hour. they went outside the house when you went in, and inside the house when you went out BECAUSE THEY WERE AVOIDING YOU! isn't that funny? almost as if everyone knows you're a control freak, but nobody has the balls to admit it! boy it feels good to get that out. that's been an elephant in the room since we first met.
as far as i'm concerned, i've shoveled your deck, washed shit from your sidewalks, cleaned your counters, fed and watered your animals-- time and time again without being asked. i've put up with your overbearing irrational control freak attitude for 3 solid years. in return you've fed me, allowed me the pleasure of freezing my ass off in your cold attic (so cold that you and jim would jump at the opportunity to complain if so much as a draft came through that door) and spending time helping your daughter overcome her dependency issues. as far as i'm concerned, we're pretty much even.
~oh, and how is it that you would go around and open all the windows in middle of the winter for the sake of cooling off the house, but you wouldn't begin to think of opening the attic door and letting some of that heat go upstairs? do you know how stupid that is? you people are so wasteful, i never understood what the deal was. letting food set out for hours to collect bacteria before putting it in the fridge (uncovered, no less). setting food in the kitchen to rot for a couple days before giving it to the cats. masting ladybugs in your kitchen??? i could write a book about my interactions with you and your household. and trust me, it would not make you look good. :\
oh! and i almost forgot! what you were referring to wasn't actually immaturity. it was identity. see, the closest thing that you have to an understanding of maturity is your identity. you suffer from a form of distorted thinking known as Catastrophe (***). (while you would insistently force your identity onto me and bailey, i am glad not to share your delusions. see *** at bottom.)
there is a difference between possible, and plausible. now yes, it is possible that i hit a snow drift, and my four wheel drive silverado spins widly out of control, and i end up in the ditch, and my airbag doesn't go off, and i slam my head on the windshield, and i go into a coma, and by the time anyone finds me i'm already dead via hypothermia. but there's no possible way you can even begin to tell me that is a plausible scenerio!
also, maturity by my definition is composed of two major premises- perception and progress. from what i can tell, your perception is skewed (firstly, by inability to reasonably judge. i have plenty of examples of this, some i've went over, but i'll offer a new one.) ... there have been three majorly noted occasions where you have spam called/texted bailey because you thought the weather was getting bad. i drove completely unimpaired by the weather each time i choose not to heed your warning. boy who cried wolf. your opinion doesn't mean anything if you're always exaggerating/lying/making shit up- i don't even know what you're thinking behind this is.
it's like you wanted me to leave so you could have your slave girl to wait on you hand and foot without distraction. it's like you absolutely hated the idea of her leaving the house because there wouldn't be someone for you to order around. god forbid you'd have to waddle your fat ass to the fridge to get your own damn soda.
and by the way. go ahead and talk to bailey. threaten to ruin her life, tell her you forbid her to see me. your psychological abuse is only proving my point. you are just about the worst mother bailey could have gotten.
this was really a shame, if you think about it. we had a nice truce going. you didn't directly push your overbearing control issues onto me, and i let you go about your delusional ways. it's just a shame you had to break that truce and get after me with your slippery slope "you are immature because you don't think about the incredibly unlikely event that the fog would inevitably lead to your death, through this unreasonable series of unfortunate events" argument... then again, the incredibly abusive "if you don't do what i say, then i'm not gonna let you see killian for the rest of his stay down here" shit you were pulling behind my back was just about getting to the point of me needing to intervene.
***You expect disaster. You notice or hear about a problem and start "what if's." What if that happens to me? What if tragedy strikes? There are no limits to a really fertile catastrophic imagination. An underlying catalyst for this style of thinking is that you do not trust in yourself and your capacity to adapt to change. (and may i add, you reflect this fear onto others.)