That lying, shitfaced fucker...
Just a quck update while LJ is back for a minute. I should be writing in NaNo. But I'm so mad I'm practically spitting nails. I spent the afternoon, just chilling on the computer, before going over my aunt's, right? You with me so far? Okay, so I hadn't called and told them exactly that I'd do it, but I had planned to about 4, letting my aunt get some rest since she was the one that asked me to do it. My mom called three times between 1:14 and 3:46. The messages progressively got more rude and unnecessary, with the final one going "Jessie, this is your mom. Call me back when you get this to let me know if you're going over to your aunt." That was the nice part of the message, really. I don't remember the rest. So I call her back at 4, after I've listened to her snotty messages, and I'm like "I know you're frustrated with Helen, but there's no need to take it out on me." Which got me a rant of how she wasn't upset with my aunt, it had nothing to do with her. She was mad at me and just to forget it. She'd take care of Helen, no need to help out, before she started to hang up. I got a "Well, fine!" in before she hung up completely.
I'm so fucking mad at her I could kick her. How DARE she?! REALLY?! I mean, wtf? I'm your kid, not the local punching bag, and I WAS GOING TO GO in the first place. In order to give her some time off. Now? If she wants me to help, she'd better eat fucking crow and humble pie. I'm not going to take that shit from anyone, especially not my mother, who felt it necessary to tell my godmom that Richard (stepdad) was a lusty man, if you get my drift. And she had a family that needed her. Me? I don't have one, therefore it's all good for me to spend night after night there. I'm really tired of her entitlement issues. My mom seriously needs a reality check...and fast.
I'm so fucking mad at her I could kick her. How DARE she?! REALLY?! I mean, wtf? I'm your kid, not the local punching bag, and I WAS GOING TO GO in the first place. In order to give her some time off. Now? If she wants me to help, she'd better eat fucking crow and humble pie. I'm not going to take that shit from anyone, especially not my mother, who felt it necessary to tell my godmom that Richard (stepdad) was a lusty man, if you get my drift. And she had a family that needed her. Me? I don't have one, therefore it's all good for me to spend night after night there. I'm really tired of her entitlement issues. My mom seriously needs a reality check...and fast.