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Today was the day from hell.
Went to work and cleaned out the cases that Cori and I had to do. Then later, Susan comes home and does the dishes and believes that if she does the dishes, then the rest of the house is clean, which it's not. T___T So I wanted to make food since there was none in the house and I bought what I was making. I hear her banshee screetch from the kitchen telling me that she's not a "maid" and blah blah, when in reality, I clean the fucking house. She just trashes it when she gets home and blames me for it being messy. I want to stab her. The urges are so strong. So I leave cause I'm about to literally kill her. I come back to see my dad. She got to him first. He chewed me a new asshole. So he basically told me and Billy that if we don't do anything (Which I do and he knows this) we can "move the fuck out." I love how my dad does not have the balls to stand up to my mother. Then he said "sorry" to me. Fuck you. Fuck everyone. I hate how EVERYONE knows my mom is wrong yet my father defends her. Then he tried to tell me that I don't have a job and he brought up Nick. Nick had NOTHING to do with the convo. Let me tell you this, Nick has done more for me within the 4 years that I have known him/been with him then my mother has ever done for me my whole 20 years of existance. FUCK HER! I hope she dies in the night. I hope she dies in a horrible accident on the way to work. I hope she dies with in a horrible stapler accident at her job. I just hope she dies. She is worthless. She contributes to nothing. She's just annoying and I hope she dies.
So when I actually have money (and I'm looking for a better paying job now) I will move out. I'm fucking tired of being blamed for things that I do not do and the house will still be a mess when I'm gone so my mom will have someone else to blame for her mess. FUCK HER. I want her dead. The End.
Went to work and cleaned out the cases that Cori and I had to do. Then later, Susan comes home and does the dishes and believes that if she does the dishes, then the rest of the house is clean, which it's not. T___T So I wanted to make food since there was none in the house and I bought what I was making. I hear her banshee screetch from the kitchen telling me that she's not a "maid" and blah blah, when in reality, I clean the fucking house. She just trashes it when she gets home and blames me for it being messy. I want to stab her. The urges are so strong. So I leave cause I'm about to literally kill her. I come back to see my dad. She got to him first. He chewed me a new asshole. So he basically told me and Billy that if we don't do anything (Which I do and he knows this) we can "move the fuck out." I love how my dad does not have the balls to stand up to my mother. Then he said "sorry" to me. Fuck you. Fuck everyone. I hate how EVERYONE knows my mom is wrong yet my father defends her. Then he tried to tell me that I don't have a job and he brought up Nick. Nick had NOTHING to do with the convo. Let me tell you this, Nick has done more for me within the 4 years that I have known him/been with him then my mother has ever done for me my whole 20 years of existance. FUCK HER! I hope she dies in the night. I hope she dies in a horrible accident on the way to work. I hope she dies with in a horrible stapler accident at her job. I just hope she dies. She is worthless. She contributes to nothing. She's just annoying and I hope she dies.
So when I actually have money (and I'm looking for a better paying job now) I will move out. I'm fucking tired of being blamed for things that I do not do and the house will still be a mess when I'm gone so my mom will have someone else to blame for her mess. FUCK HER. I want her dead. The End.