The Proverbial Last Nerve
So this last month or so has been rough. Really rough. My girlfriend's mom, step-dad, brother and sister moved back from Kentucky and have been staying with us. They were supposed to be with us for a couple of weeks. At least, that's what I was told when it was mentioned that they were coming back. That "couple weeks" turned into a month. Then turned into about a month and a half. It wouldn't be that bad if they were, you know, NORMAL. But they're not. All four of them are completely nuts and drive me to want to commit homicide. Four of them, to be exact. The mom is just crazy. She discovered craigslist.org a few months ago and is addicted. she has no real clue how to use a computer, but she can get on craigslist. The step-dad is an asshole. A big one. Tells me that my dog is vicious and that he bit him. Anyone who has met my dogs know that the big one is the last one you need to be afraid of. If you take him outside, after we told you NOT to, get him all riled up, he will jump on you. He will probably knock you over if you are 10 years old. He will also put his mouth on you and drool a little. He will not, however, bite you. If someone tried to break in, he'd wag his but and look for belly rubs. but no, this is the vicious animal that attacked him. the asshole complains about everything. Never mind he's staying in MY house for FREE. You don't like it? Get the fuck out! Go sleep in your work van you negative douchebag!
The sister is 10 and hormonal as all hell. She needs a good bitch slapping. Mouths off, feeds my dogs all sorts of crap that make them sick and when I tell her not to, she shrugs and says "I don't care." THrows soda on my bed, refuses to do anything we tell her to, throws temper tantrums and plays weird games where she spanks herself and her brother..... don't ask. I don't know how many times I've come this close to just decking her.
Then there's the brother. This 14 year old little jackass that needs to be in some sort of bootcamp. He cries, breaks things, throws tantrums, storms out of the house, is destructive, won't listen, hits his dad and generally makes the muscles in my shoulders so tight, they feel like they're about to snap. No one will enforce any sort of discipline because they're afraid of him. He gets violent, I tell them to call the cops. They say no because then he'll turn it around it on them, blah blah blah. He runs away, I tell them to call the cops. They say no. Then I say stop bitching. Your son is crazy and will never amount to anything. He's 14, acts like he's 7, can barely spell "balloon" and just failed 8th grade. He threatens teachers, has no compassion for anything or anyone, respects nothing and no one.
For about a month now I've had no privacy. I come home every day wondering what catastrophe will have occured while I was at work. And there's always something. There hasn't been a single day that i've come home and NOT found someone crying or yelling or pouting. My room is no longer my own. I come home, go into my room and not 5 minutes later the brother is asking to use the computer. My girlfriend, of course, lets him. My sex life has been nonexistant because with all the stress, the last thing on my mind is sex. People knock on our door every 10 minutes.... not exactly a turn on. My girlfriend doesn't understand why I'm just not interested. I keep trying to explain to her that I'm not interested because I don't feel like I have my own space, my own home, my own sanity.
I need a break. A big one. We're going to Vegas the weekend of our birthday, and I honestly hope I can relax enough those few days to have a good time. I'm about to have a midlife crises I think. It occurred to me the other day that i'm (almost) 30 and I make $9 an hour working in a glorified sex shop. This is not where I saw myself 15 years ago. We're also moving again. At the end of July we'll be moving up to Avondale to be closer to my girlfriend's dad, who hasn't been doing so good lately. Between the cancer and his diabetes, it's been a lot of up and down. So we'll be out on the farm. A real one. With goats n stuff. But, we'll be paying $480 a month for a cute little one bedroom house, that includes everything: electric, water, gas and satelite. Yes, we'll be a little further away from town, but I'm ok with that I think. And I get to play with goats. And chickens. And horses. You better believe I'll be all over the horses! I can trade stall-mucking services for riding.
There's a lot going on.... Shows on the 11th and 12th, 25th and 26th... Plus work. Plus moving. Plus trying to regain my sanity. I'm not sure how I'm going to achieve the latter. I think I need a cleansing or something. Or maybe just some good pot. Ha!
The sister is 10 and hormonal as all hell. She needs a good bitch slapping. Mouths off, feeds my dogs all sorts of crap that make them sick and when I tell her not to, she shrugs and says "I don't care." THrows soda on my bed, refuses to do anything we tell her to, throws temper tantrums and plays weird games where she spanks herself and her brother..... don't ask. I don't know how many times I've come this close to just decking her.
Then there's the brother. This 14 year old little jackass that needs to be in some sort of bootcamp. He cries, breaks things, throws tantrums, storms out of the house, is destructive, won't listen, hits his dad and generally makes the muscles in my shoulders so tight, they feel like they're about to snap. No one will enforce any sort of discipline because they're afraid of him. He gets violent, I tell them to call the cops. They say no because then he'll turn it around it on them, blah blah blah. He runs away, I tell them to call the cops. They say no. Then I say stop bitching. Your son is crazy and will never amount to anything. He's 14, acts like he's 7, can barely spell "balloon" and just failed 8th grade. He threatens teachers, has no compassion for anything or anyone, respects nothing and no one.
For about a month now I've had no privacy. I come home every day wondering what catastrophe will have occured while I was at work. And there's always something. There hasn't been a single day that i've come home and NOT found someone crying or yelling or pouting. My room is no longer my own. I come home, go into my room and not 5 minutes later the brother is asking to use the computer. My girlfriend, of course, lets him. My sex life has been nonexistant because with all the stress, the last thing on my mind is sex. People knock on our door every 10 minutes.... not exactly a turn on. My girlfriend doesn't understand why I'm just not interested. I keep trying to explain to her that I'm not interested because I don't feel like I have my own space, my own home, my own sanity.
I need a break. A big one. We're going to Vegas the weekend of our birthday, and I honestly hope I can relax enough those few days to have a good time. I'm about to have a midlife crises I think. It occurred to me the other day that i'm (almost) 30 and I make $9 an hour working in a glorified sex shop. This is not where I saw myself 15 years ago. We're also moving again. At the end of July we'll be moving up to Avondale to be closer to my girlfriend's dad, who hasn't been doing so good lately. Between the cancer and his diabetes, it's been a lot of up and down. So we'll be out on the farm. A real one. With goats n stuff. But, we'll be paying $480 a month for a cute little one bedroom house, that includes everything: electric, water, gas and satelite. Yes, we'll be a little further away from town, but I'm ok with that I think. And I get to play with goats. And chickens. And horses. You better believe I'll be all over the horses! I can trade stall-mucking services for riding.
There's a lot going on.... Shows on the 11th and 12th, 25th and 26th... Plus work. Plus moving. Plus trying to regain my sanity. I'm not sure how I'm going to achieve the latter. I think I need a cleansing or something. Or maybe just some good pot. Ha!