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Nate's entire family is fucking batshit crazy. I've said it before and I can only hope I'll remember it next year... But damn it, NEVER fucking again.
Their whole house is hardwood. I don't want my 14 month old climbing stairs. This makes me craZy and overprotective. They mutter under their breath about the gates.
Nate's aunt came into the kitchen (she probably certafiably nuts) bitching about how her fat, 180 pound boarder/renter is ruining her floors, her cupboard doors, and causing a drip in her sink.
Nate's sister is 20 years old and bitches because come 9 am we stop trying to keep the kids quiet. She honestly said, "Those kids woke me up at NINE o'clock in the morning!" Then Nate got into a huge fight with his mother about how a 20 year does not need 10-11hours a sleep to be functional!
I was pissed because nate's mother made me a cross stitch stocking the first year Nate and I were married. I suggested she should make one for India who doesn't have a stocking. She scoffed, but later told me sarah's boyfriend needed one.I was really hurt because I believe a grandchild should come before a boyfriend.
In the course of an hour I was criticized for leaving three year old Arden with them overnight because she was a tittybaby and she cried---and for not leaving India with them when Nate and I went out for birthday dinner. Ugh!
It's constant bitching and verbal abuse. I hate it so much. She already told me that she didn't really get me anything for Christmas and Nate and I agreed not to exchange gifts.
Merry Fucking Christmas!
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