another bitch move by cindy
I don't know what Cindy's problem is but I'm fed up with her bullshit.
All last week I was sick with a sinus infection. I actually had to go to the doctor to get if fixed. Well Saturday my cousin Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle came to visit for the weekend. They stayed the night at Cindy's house. Because Saturday was pretty much the first day that I was feeling pretty much back to normal I decided to wait until Sunday to go to Tyler to see John. Everyone was in a great mood no Saturday. Sunday morning rolls around and I made sure that Grandpa had his medicine and breakfast was taken care of. I straightened up the kitchen since the chairs were all scooted around from when we played poker the night before. There were like 7 or 8 cups and some silverware and a saucer in the sink but I figured that wasn't that big of a deal so I left them. Then I took off. I came home that night......at 10 like usual.......and Grandpa told me that Cindy was mad. At what you might ask??
Well Cindy was mad because there was a load of laundry to do (towels) and Grandpa's socks needed to be washed. Also she was mad because there were dirty dishes in the sink. I can understand for the most part about the dishes. I know she doesn't like to cook when there are dished to be done but seriously! it was cups and silverware. She doesn't even wash those anyway, she just rinses them off.
But the laundry....this is where I have the problem. I came into my room and there was a hamper on my bed with Grandpa's laundry in it. The laundry that I did but hadn't folded yet. She left a note on them that said that these were his clothes (obviously) and that there were towels in the dryer. So Cindy was mad that she had to do the laundry....the laundry that didn't need to be done. There were still towels in the cabinet and Grandpa still had another pair of socks. He doesn't get a bath until Tuesday so really he wouldn't need a clean pair of socks until Friday. There was no reason for her to do the laundry. NONE AT ALL!!
Then yesterday I called Cindy at like 4 to see what time she wanted me to meet her in Frankston to go to class. At 4:30 I was going to the bathroom before I fed Grandpa (i was planning on leaving at 5) when I remembered that we needed to bring our costumes to class. I called Cindy to confirm this. Here's our convo.
Me: We need to being our costumes to class today don't we?
Cindy: yeeeees
Me: Did you get yours?
Cindy: yeeees where's yours?
Me: At your house
Cindy: mhmmm
So. Conclusion of the story is....Cindy was at her house. Got her costume but decided not to get mine. Or to remind me that we needed them.
FUCK CINDY AND THE WHITE HORSE THAT SHE RODE IN ON! I AM THROUGH WITH HER BULLSHIT! SHE IS THE BIGGEST, MOST SELFISH, IMMATURE, BITCH THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN AND IF SHE WEREN'T RELATED TO ME I WOULD PROBABLY HATE HER BY NOW!!
Alright. I feel a little bit better....now. I can't say any of this to her though because I have too much in her hands. If I piss her off she can say that John and I can't stay the night at her house. She could also say that I can't use the car to see John on the weekends. I don't like her having this weight over me. I have to keep all my emotions bottled up inside and its making me go crazy.
Thank god for my mom. She's been a lifesaver and she's always there to listen. I'm actually going to call her now.
All last week I was sick with a sinus infection. I actually had to go to the doctor to get if fixed. Well Saturday my cousin Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle came to visit for the weekend. They stayed the night at Cindy's house. Because Saturday was pretty much the first day that I was feeling pretty much back to normal I decided to wait until Sunday to go to Tyler to see John. Everyone was in a great mood no Saturday. Sunday morning rolls around and I made sure that Grandpa had his medicine and breakfast was taken care of. I straightened up the kitchen since the chairs were all scooted around from when we played poker the night before. There were like 7 or 8 cups and some silverware and a saucer in the sink but I figured that wasn't that big of a deal so I left them. Then I took off. I came home that night......at 10 like usual.......and Grandpa told me that Cindy was mad. At what you might ask??
Well Cindy was mad because there was a load of laundry to do (towels) and Grandpa's socks needed to be washed. Also she was mad because there were dirty dishes in the sink. I can understand for the most part about the dishes. I know she doesn't like to cook when there are dished to be done but seriously! it was cups and silverware. She doesn't even wash those anyway, she just rinses them off.
But the laundry....this is where I have the problem. I came into my room and there was a hamper on my bed with Grandpa's laundry in it. The laundry that I did but hadn't folded yet. She left a note on them that said that these were his clothes (obviously) and that there were towels in the dryer. So Cindy was mad that she had to do the laundry....the laundry that didn't need to be done. There were still towels in the cabinet and Grandpa still had another pair of socks. He doesn't get a bath until Tuesday so really he wouldn't need a clean pair of socks until Friday. There was no reason for her to do the laundry. NONE AT ALL!!
Then yesterday I called Cindy at like 4 to see what time she wanted me to meet her in Frankston to go to class. At 4:30 I was going to the bathroom before I fed Grandpa (i was planning on leaving at 5) when I remembered that we needed to bring our costumes to class. I called Cindy to confirm this. Here's our convo.
Me: We need to being our costumes to class today don't we?
Cindy: yeeeees
Me: Did you get yours?
Cindy: yeeees where's yours?
Me: At your house
Cindy: mhmmm
So. Conclusion of the story is....Cindy was at her house. Got her costume but decided not to get mine. Or to remind me that we needed them.
FUCK CINDY AND THE WHITE HORSE THAT SHE RODE IN ON! I AM THROUGH WITH HER BULLSHIT! SHE IS THE BIGGEST, MOST SELFISH, IMMATURE, BITCH THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN AND IF SHE WEREN'T RELATED TO ME I WOULD PROBABLY HATE HER BY NOW!!
Alright. I feel a little bit better....now. I can't say any of this to her though because I have too much in her hands. If I piss her off she can say that John and I can't stay the night at her house. She could also say that I can't use the car to see John on the weekends. I don't like her having this weight over me. I have to keep all my emotions bottled up inside and its making me go crazy.
Thank god for my mom. She's been a lifesaver and she's always there to listen. I'm actually going to call her now.