Feeling Down and Out
Once again its been over a week since I have talked with Buddy. Not only that but I have been overly stressed out lately. There has just been entirely too too too much drama in the past two weeks or so... and just so you know, If any of you call me and need to vent..... DO NOT bring the drama, I will hang up on you if you call, or send you on your marry lil way if you bring it to my house. I have had more than that of my share. Lets see... on Saturday the 16th, I went to Walmart and when I arrived home my brother, his gf, and my dad had made themselves at home. That nite Terry and Patricia showed up (those two I expected) and then on Sunday, Terry left, Patricia stayed (which I also expected), then on Wednesday the 16th my mom and my grandma showed up. Those two I also expected. My Grandma spent that nite with me and went to Sergeo's the following day, which is nothing new for me, she always stays at his house. Nevermind that I am leaving for 3 years. But anyways... the entire time my mom is here, she stayed on my dad's ass about different things...(who cares about the fact that it was none of her damned business what my dad was doing) and she was royally PISSING ME OFF. She was a nice little portion of the drama, she was having some Becky Syndrome, (if any catch my drift). She stayed until the following Thursday, boy was I GLAD to be rid of her. Then this past Friday nite, Sergeo wanted to have a few drinks and hang out and stuff... we thought well... he will be here so if Jesse goes crazy then Sergeo could deal with it... besides that he had done pretty well about not drinking or whatever so It's Sarah, Sergeo, Elizabeth (their baby), me, Iria and Kay (my two girls), Patricia, Jesse, Stephanie, and my dad. We were having a nice time....Stephanie found out after we'd all started drinking that her daughter had ran away from her foster home and was sent to TYC (yes, she's another CPS case that actually NEEDED to happen). and She also found out that her grandma was going to die at any given time. She wanted some space... and Jesse is one of those guys that can't respect that.... all excuses aside...Jesse wanted a Kamakazi and Sarah was going to mix it for him... and he decided that he didn' t want it and he ran in the kitchen and took about 2 shots worth of Vodka (he is not able to handle the hard stuff like that), which is why Sarah was going to mix it... he decided he was going to take straight shots of it. After a little while, Jesse began to get overly irrate, Sergeo was dealing with him very well. However, Jesse was beginning to get a little out of hand, and Sarah and I decided that we should call the cops because even though the kids were outside, they were still pretty scared. So I called them, by the time they had gotten there, Sergeo had convinced him to calm down and go to sleep and it would be better when he woke up... and he was lying down... sadly enough Jesse's probation had been revoked for 8 different counts and he had a warrant, so they had to take him to jail... which there he sits right now, Williamson County... Anyways... back to my story... Stephanie (Jesse's gf), decided after Jesse was gone that she wanted to go home right away. No Wait!!! She wanted to go get his check, cash it, and by a crack rock... I just so happened to hear her say it. And I stormed out there and gave her a piece of my mind, I told her that she wasn't getting anything, she wanted to take his wallet, and his check, and she said, We'll See,... and I said, Yeah, we WILL see, you aren't getting shit.... after she realized that I wasn't playing games with her, she decided that she would tell me that my dad made her go take some of the stuff that I have bought from Walmart for my trip to Germany back and get the money for them. Such as 2 disposable cameras that I bought that I don't have the money to replace. I began thinking about it and I had never had anything go missing while my dad was around or after he'd left. Had he done that, he would have been doing it all along... and he has been coming up here for a year and a 1/2 and nothing has gone missing. However, since Jesse and Stephanie have been here, I have had money go missing, my mom has, and my cameras and a few other things.... After I realized that she was the one terrorizing things, thats when I blew up and I told my dad and her that they needed to get the crap out of my home. And I told her that she was not welcome at my house ever again. That was the last straw. I told them I didn't care when they left whether it was then or the next morning, but I wanted them both out of my home. He is more than welcome to come back when she is not with him... but she is not welcome here. Then today, I was digging in my chair for the tv remote and I found Iria and Kaylee's Finding Nemo DVD that they were watching on Friday nite. I found it today stuffed in the chair broken in 1/2. Not in a way that a toddler, or even 2 toddlers could break it. And she was pissed off enough at me that she did it.... there was no one else that was mad at me and would do that. If my dad had the nerve to do something like that, he wouldn't have done so to the girls' favorite dvd. She and everybody else knew that Nemo was their most favorite cartoon... and that bitch had the nerve to tell Patricia that I had a LOT to learn about being a parent... keep in mind while you're thinking about that... She has 7 kids and not a damned one of them live with her. THEY are ALL adopted out except for one, because she couldn't keep her pants up and her legs closed, and because crack was more important. I felt really bad when Iria found out that her movie was broke, because she said mommy, fix it. I said I can't baby, its broke, Stephanie broke it... and she was soooooooooo mad... she took the dvd from me and took it her Terry with one hand on her hip and said That Bick broke my Nemo... I couldn't help but laugh cause it was cute... rest assured, I corrected her, I told her if she felt that someone needed to be called something, it needs to be more appropriate... of course, I was thinking that Bitch was very appropriate for the occasion... lol... but I wasn't going to say so to her. What is it about me that makes people want to crap on me like that?? Is it that I do actually have a tolerance level that you won't know about until you actually go too far?? I am sooooooo frustrated because not only have I dealt with all of that, but I have also not talked with my husband since last Sunday nite. I am really hoping I get to talk with him tomorrow. He is SUPPOSED to be taking the week off this week if all goes well, we will have a house by the end of the week... but I am to the point that I am not getting my hopes up on ANYTHING at all. Anyways... I'm sorry you guys... there has just been way too much for me to deal with lately... and I need to get stress free again, at least for a little while... PLEASE HELP!!!