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I'd like for the ride to stop now
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I'd like for the ride to stop now Well, after all that silly drama of last weekend, things were starting to look a little calmer. I'd discussed what was happening with the Rotten Mother Fucker. I told him I was going to go back to our original court agreement of only supervised visitation because of the medication incident, The Boy being allowed around the girls against the court order, the neglect I could see, and the neglect the girls have been complaining about. It makes me sad. He was starting to do some fun things with the girls instead of plopping them in front of a TV all weekend every weekend. It's not that I wish to take the girls away from him, it's that he needs someone there to help I guess. He is just too immature and selfish to handle them all on his own, which is what I figured on when working the original agreement.  I had hoped he'd grow up a little bit. But all things being what they are, the midgets safety and happiness come first. Oh yes, and I am a cunt.  It's not my fault we had to talk about it on his birthday.  It's not like I planned for it to all come out then. "Happy Birthday, you're going to have to pay for the midgets to be watched by someone else. Now make a wish and blow yourself."  Okay, so that's harsh, really it didn't go down like that.  Not that I didn't think it.  Really, I was all mature about it and even calm and gentle.  So yeah, I'm a cunt and he hung up on me after threatening to show up here at 11pm Friday night after I go to work with a sheriff to drag the midgets out of bed for his visit... Whatever. That's not going to happen. He has no paperwork that say he has visitation other than supervised. No sheriff is going to drag midgets out of bed at 11pm. My friend agreed to watch them this weekend as Drama Queen invited him to see her and Cinderella in their play, so babysitting is covered, and he just won't open the door for him, and has no issue calling the police if harassed. Which brings me to yesterday...I was in bed trying to get some sleep before my shift, my mom was watching the midgets, and around 5:30 or so I start hearing this banging on my front door that wouldn't stop for at least 30 seconds straight. I got out of bed to ask what the hell was going on, the banging continued. My mom was on the phone with the police because The Boy had showed up at my door and refused to leave. He knows he's not supposed to be here. He's been told repeatedly. My mother told him again, he continued to bang, voila, HPD involvement. Yay.  (Yes, yes, that is sarcasm. )So the officer showed up to remove The Boy, The Boy is rude, refuses to leave, and I overhear this tale of how his grandmother, (Old Sneaky Bitch) and him got into a fight so she dumped him off at his mother's (Dirty Bitch) who either argued with him and he decided to leave, or was too high to watch him, whatever, he decided it was a good day to fuck up my sleep and harass me. Oh joy.  I've been divorced from his dad for 2 years next month. All of their crap should be out of here. I'm certainly not hanging onto anything. I don't want or need any of their stuff. He gave a silly little plastic tv dinner table to one of the midgets years ago, and well yesterday, decided he needed it back.  What the fuck little dude? Ask your dad, I'll be happy to have HIM pick it up. Let adults deal with it. Leave me the fuck alone. Anywho, finally the police officer gets him to go to his grandmothers or something after they tried unsuccesfully to reach her by phone. A few minutes later after giving my personal info to the police, (who assures me they have a place for The Boy in 2 years  ...yeah it's that obvious the is going to jail someday.) Old Sneaky Bitch shows up with the cop. The cop asks if the table can go with the grandmother, absolutely, take this shit, watch his ass, keep him away, etc, etc, etc, and she starts in on how she bought him the whole Harry Potter series one year and she sees it on my bookshelf and wants him to have it.  WHAT? She bought him ONE book several years ago, which I read to everyone as a bedtime story before buying the rest of the set one at a time as they came out. She insisted that she bought it as a boxed set. Bitch, the copyright dates are by the year they came out. Boxed sets come out all at the same time, same copyright date. Uh, duh, the last two are hard cover, the first one is 1998 the second and third are 1999 as I got them together, etc, etc, etc. Dumb bitch tried to get me to hand over a whole series of books that I haven't finished reading to the midgets, by saying SHE bought them. WTF?  Yeah, I didn't hand over any of them. If she wants the first one, fine, I have no problem handing her a book he'll never read anyways and replacing it. I refuse to hand over something that is for my midgets entertainment that I bought however. (I'm reading them the Percy Jackson series now )She then goes on to tell me that she'd called me and asked me to call her if I had an issue with The Boy as she's his legal guardian now. I ask her if she's talking about the problem I had of him following me around the parking lot of his dad's apartment 2 weekends ago where he threatened to vandalize my house. She affirms this. I ask her why would I call her when obviously she was RIGHT IN THE PARKING LOT when it was happening and did NOTHING to stop it. Funny, she had no reply. She then goes on to tell me that The Boy is feeling rejected by the person that he lived with for years, and kicked out of the home he grew up in. (Worlds tiniest violin playing here... ) I tell her he should have thought about that before putting me through 9 months of hell while pregnant with The Wee one and threatening to kill me and all of his sisters. "But he's a and say stuff they don't mean." She wasn't there seeing him holding that big ass kitchen knife and the seeing the crazy in his eyes. She wasn't there seeing him bite The Queen of No Pants hard on her fingers so he could make her cry, and therefor be the one to comfort her. She wasn't dealing with the constant threats, the malicious lies, the hateful manipulation that this "" is capable of. For sure the "" has problems, but he's 15 and not making any good decisions. He mouths off to every adult, he has to be in a "special" school for fucked up , he's highly medicated, and he's under-supervised. The "" is making the choice of who he is. Anywho, it was unproductive to say the least as I told her to keep the psychopath away from me and my home. If there is something he seems to want and I have it, SHE can call and I'll let her know what's what, if I have it, if it's indeed his, etc. By this time I'm steaming. I called up his dad to inform him of the goings on just so he could be aware, and he seemed a bit calmer about the business we had discussed earlier, though he still denies neglect. At least there were no more threats on his behalf.  Anywho, there's a peek into what happens to be another freaking fucked up day in my world. It'd be awfully nice to have all this drama just disappear but with people like Old Sneaky Bitch, Dirty Bitch, The Boy, & Rotten Mother Fucker in my life, it just doesn't seem to let up for very long. On a positive note, Monday I should be getting my sheet rock if it doesn't rain!  I have a couple of leads on babysitters. And in general, not everything looks like a big pile of crap. How you all doing? The crazies keeping away from you all?  |
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Oh just keep at it the way you are Peek. Sooner or later they will realize that they cannot "win" whatever it is they seem to think they are going to win, and they will leave you in peace. Either that, or if they so much as let an eyelash drop near you, call the cops. Document everything. That way, if worse comes to worse, you will be able to obtain a restraining order against them. It's too bad that nutcases like that are allowed to put people through so much bullshit. Hang in there! "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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3/25/2010 5:23 pm |
Blame it on spring, no more bad weather to keep them safely at their own fucking homes. Glad to see you back, you cunt 
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I had to laugh at the sheer audacity of Old Sneaky Bitch trying to say she bought those books. It's my sister who has the crazies at her door, but hopefully, now she's been named as legal gaurdian to her daughters' three young children, things should settle down. 
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Oh just keep at it the way you are Peek. Sooner or later they will realize that they cannot "win" whatever it is they seem to think they are going to win, and they will leave you in peace. Either that, or if they so much as let an eyelash drop near you, call the cops. Document everything. That way, if worse comes to worse, you will be able to obtain a restraining order against them. It's too bad that nutcases like that are allowed to put people through so much bullshit. Hang in there! They're kinda like mosquito's. I just wanna squish their annoying asses, but they keep coming back for another bite. Annoying, irritating, and plentiful. 
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Sometimes I have a way with words.
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Blame it on spring, no more bad weather to keep them safely at their own fucking homes. Glad to see you back, you cunt Thanks Huck! I knew you'd agree with the ex. Yet another term of endearment to be whispered upon my pillow.
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Eh, why let them have all the fun? We should go bowling instead. 
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 Good point. I may just have to invest in some.
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I had to laugh at the sheer audacity of Old Sneaky Bitch trying to say she bought those books. It's my sister who has the crazies at her door, but hopefully, now she's been named as legal gaurdian to her daughters' three young children, things should settle down. Hopefully the craziness stops for your sister, or at least slows down.
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Well ya know, it's kinda hard to be friendly with someone that isn't so friend-like.
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Thanks.
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Welcome to my fuck up ed ness.
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