It takes a village to raise a child

Sep 20, 2007 01:33

And every village needs an idiot. Or idiotic bitch, whatever.


I arrived at work today a 3pm. At 4 I got a phone call from my bf saying my son hasn't come home from school. (I need to add here that he IS home now and is okay.) I told my bf to ask his sister, who we live with, to send her son to my son's friend's house to ask if Alex was on the bus. The point of which being that I would then know if we need to check the neighborhood, call the school, or immediately call the police. Now, at this point the situation involves my 11 year old MISSING son, and the family members living in our house. So our neighbor, who 'loves kids' and is planning to work as a 'popcorn mom' at my daughter's elementary school, tells my bf's sister that "It's not your problem, let his parents worry about it." I ended up haveing to leave work to go talk to his friends myself, because his dad don't know where they live. Which is something that I need to change, in case something like this happens again.

WHAT THE FUCKI!!!!????? First of all, a missing child should be everyone's problem. If my worst enemy came to me and said their child was missing, I would do everything in my power to assist in finding that child. But this woman has the nerve to tell the missing child's Aunt, who lives with him, that he isn't her problem? And then, when I confronted her, and told her is was not her place to decide who's problem it was, she tells me "Well, its not her child, you just live there." And? Its not her son, but it is an 11 year old child who lives in her home, in a town where children get killed by drunk drivers and other crazies more often than one would expect in a 'good' neighborhood.

So, being the overprotective mom/vindictive bitch that I am, I have set out to ruin the bitches life. Seeing as I work at the local liquor store, I have access to pretty much the whole neighborhood. I have taken it upon myself to start the process of telling everyone on the block her reaction to my child not coming home from school. The next step is to go to my daughter's school as a concerned parent, and calmly let them know what type of woman is planning to make and serve popcorn to the children. After all, if anything that happens to a child that isn't hers is not her problem, should she be working in an elementary school? I may be taking things a bit far, but there are three basic rules to life:

1) Don't piss off the people who serve your food. This results in you injesting spit, or other bodily fluids in place of condiments. Gross, but true.

2) If you are an alcoholic, don't piss off the people who serve/sell your alcohol. This will result in the only liquor store in your area refusing to serve you, or banning you altoghether. And when the owners of the only bar in the area are regular customers of said store, and friends with most of said store's employees, your chances there don't look good either. Trust me on this, us service types stick together.

3) Don't fuck with anyones kids. The world's worst mother will still fuck you over but good if you fuck with her kids. A good mom will fuck you over worse. Good mom's without their bipolar/anxiety medication with fuck up your face, and your life, and your friend's lives, and your car, and your friends car, and so on, and no jury with even one parent on it will convict her of a crime as long as you're still breathing.

Anyway, Alex is luckily okay. He got confused and thought it was his day to get his sister from school, so his 45 minutes of "missing" was walking to his sister's school and waiting around for 20 minutes before figureing out she already got picked up and walking home.

I may dissapear for a while. I may end up in jail for beating the fuck out of our village idiot.

stupid people should not breed, alex, wtf

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