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God, but does my father have the patience of the king.
The bitchiest of all woman on this earth just happens to live next door, and she happens to be a nosy-ass woman to top it off. She'd been making problems for us on and off for a while, but today does it.
The damn bitch RANG the doorbell of *my* house to *DEMAND* that we pay her daughter/niece a rented car because her's got hit by my uncle last night. Hello?! Do we look my uncle. She was screaming a whole barreload of profanities by the time I got to the door, to find my father standing there--as quiet as ever--taking her in and saying nothing back.
I felt like smacking her.
And what the hell was she doing CURSING at my front door? Like....do you not have MANNERS?? She has a whole bunch of foster kids with her that, in my opinion, are *really* not getting the home experience they deserve. The woman SCREAMS at every waking hour of the day--profanities, vulgarities--and doesn't give a damn who listens.
Which is why I got mad.
And told her she could get a taxi if she needed a ride so bad.
At which point she asked what "Fuckin' shit" I was talking about. And how old I was to make those kinds of judgements anyway. At which point I politely reminded her that I was old enough to know not to curse on the doorsteps of my neighbors.
Who have nothing to do with what happened anyway.
Nevermind that she was victimizing herself.
And we all know what a soft and sober personality my mother has, she was near a nervous breakdown.
Bitch.
NOTE. To all, excuse the language. I don't curse much, but when I'm mad...gah--
The bitchiest of all woman on this earth just happens to live next door, and she happens to be a nosy-ass woman to top it off. She'd been making problems for us on and off for a while, but today does it.
The damn bitch RANG the doorbell of *my* house to *DEMAND* that we pay her daughter/niece a rented car because her's got hit by my uncle last night. Hello?! Do we look my uncle. She was screaming a whole barreload of profanities by the time I got to the door, to find my father standing there--as quiet as ever--taking her in and saying nothing back.
I felt like smacking her.
And what the hell was she doing CURSING at my front door? Like....do you not have MANNERS?? She has a whole bunch of foster kids with her that, in my opinion, are *really* not getting the home experience they deserve. The woman SCREAMS at every waking hour of the day--profanities, vulgarities--and doesn't give a damn who listens.
Which is why I got mad.
And told her she could get a taxi if she needed a ride so bad.
At which point she asked what "Fuckin' shit" I was talking about. And how old I was to make those kinds of judgements anyway. At which point I politely reminded her that I was old enough to know not to curse on the doorsteps of my neighbors.
Who have nothing to do with what happened anyway.
Nevermind that she was victimizing herself.
And we all know what a soft and sober personality my mother has, she was near a nervous breakdown.
Bitch.
NOTE. To all, excuse the language. I don't curse much, but when I'm mad...gah--