That's. It. in meh...

1) She got paid. Friday was all about “I’m going to buy pizza.” She fell asleep. First before she got home, she was late. Petroleum Jelly spill at work. In the warehouse that she does packaging. Spill. Okay. She fell asleep. I knew she wouldn’t be up. It would be a repeat where she treated my son like an after thought. I took baby to pizza joint down the street, bought son a pizza and something for myself. She had a take home container of food. But she was going to buy pizza. Okay. I need a drink. I was gone all day Saturday. She was at some point at my sister’s house. By the time she got back to my house, “I lost some of my money and I don’t have any money to pay this woman for the day care on Monday.” Oh well. I’m not paying it. Sure it may inconvenience my son a bit in the afternoons, but I’m not paying one red cent. She didn’t “lose money somewhere”. She blew her money, I’m certain. No, I don’t trust her. If she gets paid weekly she better pay that shit on Friday. Once school starts for son, she’s on her own.

2) She is a food waster and it makes my skin crawl. She will cook something and leave food sitting out all night. NO. That’s never been how I operated. Left over plates of food in the microwave, on the stove, in pots. She doesn’t seem to wear a whole lot of clothing, but she is ALWAYS washing clothes. Uses up my laundry detergent then goes and buys more. A brand I wouldn’t. But you lost some money. Okay. She eats junk food. TONS of junk food. I know I like my junk but I don’t eat it all the time. My fluffy self got fluffy because I eat food. GOOD food. A LOT of GOOD food.

3) I took stuff out to cook. Kitchen was dirty. I washed dishes. I was pissed because I think she isn’t sleeping at my house so I didn’t say anything to her. She asked me if she can make some fish. I didn’t answer her. I asked her, Did you sleep here last night? I didn’t get an answer. We are even. I was tired. I went to bed kind of. She made fish for “everybody.” That entails cooking enough and eating it and if you are around I will see if you want some. So she decided to ask son if he liked some fish he was given to try. Two small pieces and some fries. He at that. She never cooked more. I asked later, if she was going to make more fish. He ate what was in there. I almost called her a bitch. I went to my room. I didn’t want to yell because it was late. I want to choke her. Fish was in the fridge for the next couple of days. I cooked it before it got old, funky and rotten. ::grrrrr::

4) I put something away, straighten it up in an order, she undoes it because she’s looking for something. I took all of her bins in the basement because at some point my landlord is going to come over to check out the crack in the basement wall that allows water to get in AND to replace the stove and take out the fridge. I want it to look less like I have an EXTRA PERSON living in my house but she leave her pillows and clothes bin in the living room. I have been trying to keep my house in decent shape (upstairs is pending) and this is not working.

5) Slept all fucking day one other day and when she got up, decided that she was going to “straighten up” and sweep. She swept and left the dirt in the middle of the kitchen. While I was cooking. GET. THEE. EFF. OUT. OF. MY. WAY.

6) AND on top of all of this, there have been a few nights that I don’t believe she’d been sleeping here. I know I take care of her child in the morning, but she needs to BE HERE. She is physically here, but is never mentally present. She keeps her face stuck on her phone on Facebook like it’s real life. I ask that she not yell and be loud. She plays music rather loudly. I know that my neighbor does the same sometimes, but I don’t believe in being an asshole because someone else is.

7) Son had a thing today. Not a really important thing, but a thing. Just found it was from 3-4. Baby gets out of school at 3:30. Son has been at the place for his thing since early I guess. He called me wondering what to do. I’m off the rest of the week, but there is nothing I can do about this today. I can’t leave early. I told him to take baby with him. He didn’t want to do that. So he talked to his sister. She yelled at him, called me and said something like, “I wish someone told me. I don’t want him to keep going there and I owe her money.” Then how about you find that money you “lost” and pay her. That’s gonna be life honey. Utilities, rent, mortgage, whatever. You will always owe someone. This is on her for being irresponsible in the first place. I told him that what he went to wasn’t important even though it was important to him. I also told him that he may want to get out of the house on Saturday. I cannot be a buffer while I’m out. I don’t want to get a key for her, but I may have to. Ugh…

8) I know I cuss and I cuss a lot, but not in everyday conversation where every other word out of my mouth is cussing. She is horrible. She was apparently out on the stoop on her phone. My neighbor came outside and she started in how she speaks and then started to get loud. He asked her not to do that and to calm all that down. She tried to spin it like she was on her phone being really loud, not really on purpose, but in the heat of the moment. She got offended saying that he has his nerve as loud as the music plays over there. I only got his side of it because I did step to him and apologized if the noise decibel escalated at my house and he can hear it. He said it wasn’t bad.

::deeply exhales::

Do I feel better about letting it all out? Kind of.
The day isn’t over yet though. Won’t really be able to post until next week unless I hijack the boys phone. :-)

Be well, be whole, be love…

Kindest regards,
Sister

Last updated August 16, 2016