So, remember that unicorn MIL i posted about the other day??
Well, they broke her already. Im not fucking kidding. Shes been here mmmmmmaybe three days total, when counting it out hourly. My dog keeps trying to rape her dog. The poor thing has done a pretty good job defending itself thus far. They were supposed to be staying in the rv out back until her place is ready but its been too damn hot for them to stay out there. Did i mention her dog is male and only has three legs?? Apparently my dog has a fetish....
So because her dog is so stressed out about the rapist, yesterday she decides he should be fine out there and she was going to start moving her stuff in and tidying up a bit, because my SO's deadbeat loser brother needed a place to stay this winter and he stayed in there until he got on his feet. Well, dont you know that asshole didnt actually clean out anything except his stuff?? We took all the bags of disgusting trash he had left bagged up on the couch and tossed those a few weeks ago and did a very quick lookie lookie and everything seemed fine. Im not as anal about cleaning as she is so i didnt bother cleaning it because she would just clean it again. She went in and opened the fridge, that man left food in the refrigerator of an RV. Since February. Needless to say when she opened that fridge it was the straw that broke the camels back. Her being the camel.
She came flying into the house, in tears. "Where is my son?! Did he leave already??" (he had to be somewhere that was goong to take all afternoon) I cautiously said yes. "What the fuck does he expect me do?! that thing should have been ready. What the fuck. I dont even have my own space, i just had surgery, im living out of my car, this was not the dream homecoming i had envisioned and im not fucking staying here anymore" She grabbed her dog, her purse and left.
Umm...huh?? I cant blame her. My son has been an absolute animal and noone seems to want to listen to me about his milk allergy and how it negatively affects him. He's off the fucking wall. Crying at the drop of a dime. Yesterday, that little fucker spit a vitamin in my face. Then my two year old proceeded to run around whole foods like a lunatic and touch all the food samples and knock things off shelves. When reprimanded she began screaming like a banshee and UnicornMIL had to take her out to the car to regroup. She even told my son she wasnt enjoying her time with him.
She was so excited to come here and spend time with us and give me a break and theyve already fucking broken her. When i left the house this morning to head to the gym, 45 minutes later than planned, (we planned on swimming for the morning after my workout,) I was in tears. I wanted to physically hurt my child. We ended up only having about 20 minutes to swim and my MIL looked at me and said 'No wonder youre so stressed out and such a miserable bitch all the time. If i had to start my day that way, i would be to'.
Hopefully she will get a nice break and be able to refresh this weekend. She cant be broken forever!! I need her!
Submitted July 24, 2015 at 12:08AM by tculli http://ift.tt/1VBzYjo breakingmom
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