This fucking bitch thinks she can just walk into our lives and crap? TrueOffMyChest

My shitty great aunt stole my grandmother's sewing machine, refrigerator and money perhaps since 2007-10.

We were mad as hell, since we had no money at that time, and she just fucking took it since her trashy daughter needs cash for her baby, and since she's still in high school, can't get a "job that'll provide food and luxuries for them."

Her shitty-ass handling of finances also caused her to steal from my elderly great grandmother, who HAS MOTHERFUCKING ALZHEIMER'S. Gran is pissed, every sibling of shitty great aunt is pissed, no more family reunions.

ALSO, HER DAUGHTER.

The bitch was there in the very last 'peaceful' family reunion, and my gran went too.

She bought home a small dish, like fucking 6 inches, filled with a small portion of meat for me, who was home for the holidays. Turns out, Trash queen complained about my gran "mooching" off too much food to the entire fucking family.

fucking 6 inches small dish

FUCK THEM, right?

Well, now she's here on my sister's birthday. She's 5, and I'm currently pretending to be scared of the rain outside so she doesn't go near the old bitch, as she has a habit of neglecting her own kids! She ain't getting time with my sister without me hovering like an attack helicopter.

Eva! Why aren't you all throwing her out?!

We Filipinos don't believe in 'cutting people out'.

Currently, I'm playing 'grey rock the idiot', and hopefully the bitch is gone by the time the next day starts, if not, I'll be chugging antidepressants every hour.

TL;DR: I fucking hate my great aunt, she's a bitch.

Submitted October 31, 2017 at 10:41AM by Eva-rages-over-shit http://ift.tt/2gOMRc3 TrueOffMyChest

"How come nobody ever helps me out?" > "No, I don't think that'll work, I just don't like your idea. I'll do it my way instead." > "Why am I the only one who actually does something around here?" (A true story of betrayal and heartbreak) TrueOffMyChest

Mom: "I'm going to build a box down at the mailbox that we can set our trash cans in, so that the dogs don't throw the garbage everywhere!"

Me: "That's a good idea! I'd like to help, because you're an old woman who can't pick a pair of pliers out of a line-up, and I just want to get out of the house and do something today."

Mom: "Thank you! Wait here, I'll go get the supplies from the barn that I rarely ever set foot in, but you and your father work in several times a week."

Me: "Okay! I know it would be much easier if I went to help you pick you your tools and supplies, but I also know that it's pointless to argue with you about your competency. I've got some experience building things like this, so I'll show up later to lend advice and assistance!"

~~A couple hours later~~

Me: "Okay Mom, I'm here! What supplies did you pick out for this project?"

Mom: "Hi, son! I managed to find a set of post hole diggers, half a pallet, (The top half) a single sheet of plywood, a 2x4, and a regular hand saw. Let's go get some posts and cinderblocks, and we can get to work!"

Me: "Okay! But wouldn't it be much quicker and easier to use a power saw? I know it would be hard on your arthritis, but that's why I, a young man with experience in power tools, have come to help you with this project!"

Mom: "Maybe your father gets that privilege, but I don't." (Her actual words)

Me: "?????"

Mom: "Come on, let's go get some posts!"

~~At the Post Pile~~

Me: "So, you're making a box, right?"

Mom: "Yes, a box! We will set our trash cans in it, so that the dogs do not tip them over."

Me: "Cool! Just to be clear, this box is going to have four sides, correct?"

Mom: "That is correct! Four sides and a floor."

Me: "Well if that's the case, then why did you only get enough wood for one side of the box? You brought the top half of a pallet, and a sheet of plywood. This is not enough wood to build a box with four sides!"

Mom: "I am going to build a box."

Me: "Yes, I am aware, and would like to help you build the best box possible! How do you plan to build this box?"

Mom: "By building a box."

Me: "That's a good plan! What will your box look like?"

Mom: "It will look like a box."

Me: "I like this idea! I think it would be a good idea to simply plant four corner posts, then nail posts horizontally between them. These horizontal posts will not only be too high for the dogs to jump over, but they will also help to keep the garbage cans from tipping over! We have used this design in the past, and it was proven successful."

Mom: "It will be a box."

Me: "It is obvious to me that you have no fucking idea what the hell you're doing, and are just making this shit up as you go along. I will continue to follow you, because I care about your well-being and want to make sure you don't chop off your toes while digging the post holes."

(We had this conversation 2-3 times)

~~After loading up the posts~~

Mom: "We need to find some cinderblocks to set the box on top of! However, there are only two of them here! We should look all over the yard and find more."

Me: I have found some decorative bricks, which were only being used to keep the dog from sleeping underneath the porch! They are slightly shorter than the other two cinderblocks, however, I believe that this may be to our advantage. It is my opinion that if the platform is slightly askew, then rainwater will simply run off instead of sitting and rotting the wood."

Mom: "no"

Me: "I'm sorry, I was simply trying to offer my opinion. Let me explain further: If the platform is level, then rainwater will sit on top of it. If water is in contact with wood for a long period of time, the wood will start rotting much quicker than normal. If we build the platform at a slight angle, then rainwater will run off instead of sitting on top of the wood. This is also the same reason why our roof-"

Mom: "no"

Kenny: "I have found two extra cinderblocks! Now we can build the box."

~~After planting the four corner posts~~

Me: "We have finished planting the four corner posts! Now what would you like to do?"

Mom: "Let's put some fence around it."

Me: "That is a good idea! A fence would be simple to build around these posts, and would prove effective at keeping dogs out of our garbage."

Mom: "Only problem is, the fence would be too high for the garbagemen to lift the cans over..."

Me: "That is not a problem! The beautiful thing about fences, is the fact that they can be any height you want! We could simply place it at hip-level. The barbed wire would keep the dogs out, and it would be easy enough to lift cans over."

Mom: "How do we put in a door? I have a rack from an old refrigerator that would make a nice door. I believe I saw some rusty hinges in the barn earlier, should I go get them?"

Me: "The rusty hinges would be greatly ineffective for multiple reasons. We could make the fence any height we want, it's no problem. I highly doubt the dogs could jump it, because they are dogs. They don't do a whole lot of jumping."

Mom: "I could put a staple around one of the rungs in this refrigerator rack, and then it would swing! Yes, this is a good idea!"

Kenny: "Hey, you know what? If we put the fence there, it wouldn't be hard to make any height that we wanted."

Mom: "This is a good idea! Thank you, Kenny!"

Me: "wat"

~~Once Kenny returned with the chicken wire (I have no idea where he got it~~

Mom: "Son, help stretch this wire around the posts! It must be very tight, so that the dogs do not dig underneath it!"

Me: "Mom, it does not need to be tight. There is already a platform, which is far too heavy for a dog to flip. Even if it could, the fence itself would prove an impossible obstacle in spilling the cans."

Mom: "Yes, the fence must be tighter! Pull, children, tug with all your might!"

~~Stapling in the wire~~

Me: "I have applied a fencing staple to this wire, so that it shall be held in place!"

Mom: "No, this is incorrect! The staple is bent, and the wire around it is smashed! Hand the hammer to me, an elderly woman with severe arthritis who needs help putting on her boots - I shall be able to hammer in these staples much better than my twenty-year-old son!"

~~Five minutes later~~

Mom: "Why am I the only one hammering? There are two pairs of wire pliers, and a staple puller! They all have flat sides, you should be hammering as well!"

Me: "I was hammering a short while ago, but I had the hammer taken from me because I was doing it incorrectly."

~~Later, after I got sent home~~

Mom: "I had to build a box all by myself, and cook supper! I am so exhausted, because I have been working nonstop with no help and have not sat down all day."

Me: "Mother, perhaps you should let me handle the pork chops! You should lie down and rest."

Mom: "pork chop may burn. i cook"

Me: "Fuck my life"

~~Based on a true story~~

Submitted March 11, 2017 at 08:15AM by PM_UR_FAV_HENTAI http://ift.tt/2mvnLme TrueOffMyChest

You caged me, now you lie about me? TrueOffMyChest

Scoundrel. Dead beat. Liar. Hypocrite. Loathsome dog. All of that is you, you piece of shit.

I have tried, oh god, have I tried, to be polite, cordial, kind, for our kid. I have put on a smile, when all I want is to scream. I have laughed, when your very presence makes my stomach churn.

Yet, here we are.

When I met you I was a broken mess, and I fell to hard, to fast. I was willing to give you the world. I ignored the threats to dump me if I smoked, if I went to visit friends, if I didn't spread my legs for you whenever you wanted. I ignored them, even when you said you'd leave if I didn't give you a baby. I ignored when you threatened to leave me for when I was scared and a month pregnant. Why? Because I thought you fucking mattered.

You don't.

When you would keep me from my family. When you would take my money, not even letting me buy any maternity clothes. When you would yell at me for forgetting the clothes in the drier.. I fucking ignored it. Why? Because I loved you.

I don't.

When we got our new place, when I was so depressed I could hardly drag myself from bed to care for our daughter, that is when I knew something needed to change. Not for me, but for her. At first I begged you to be nicer, I begged you to stop getting mad over every little thing I did or didn't do. I'm just tired you would say, as if I weren't tired caring for a newborn, but you'd get better.

For about a week.

You would belittle and degrade me all the time. I was scared of you. Not that you would hit me, you knew that wouldn't end well for you. No. I was scared of the yelling. Do you remember when I, a twenty-five year old woman, had a drink at my best friends baby shower? I remember. I remember crying because you called me a horrible mother, a lazy mother, yelling and going on a tirade, throwing a tantrum. All because now you had to spend a few hours being primary care giver to the child we created. Do you remember how you wouldn't let me go to the gym? How you would give me the silent treatment every time I went? How I would cry myself to sleep? I fucking do.

I remember how we never had money, but now that I am gone, and you actually have to spend money on child support (literally the most money you've ever given me), you can afford an Xbox? Three gym memberships? Dinner every night? You couldn't even spring to put food in our refrigerator and made me get food stamps because I thought we were that poor, but now you have all of these things? I wore holes in my shoes when you would get $80 nikes- I should have known better. Selfish prick.

And when I left, when I couldn't take the name calling, the isolation, the threats, when you told me I was your problem, I gave you a chance. I told you to change and I'll come back. I said grow up and learn to be kind, learn to be humble and giving. What did you do? Nothing. You stayed you, but begged for more and more time.

Then you asked if we would ever get back together. I tried to explain, I tried to tell you that you had to change first. But you cut me off, yes or no, that's all you wanted.

No.

And then you left. You stood up and walked away from me and our daughter. Your words to me? I can't be around you anymore. I was giving you a chance and you gave it up because you didn't want to change?

Oh, and when I go out on a date, when I have sex, suddenly I cheated on you? Really? You were the one who said you couldn't be around me. You were the one that walked away when I was trying. Now I am the monster?

Fuck you, little boy.

I can't even give you credit for the apology you gave me. It wasn't sincere, you even told a mutual friend it wasn't. Of course this friend would tell me, she was married to someone like you, she doesn't want to see me forgive you based on a false apology. She doesn't want to see me miserable like she was. I know you, you would say she is lying, but a text message, from your number. Is that just a convincing hoax?

And I almost did forgive. I almost did believe it. Jesus, what is my problem? I'm so eager to trust, and you try to take advantage of that.

I hate looking at my phone and seeing messages from you. I know they are just you calling me a whore, a slut, and trying to hurt me. I hate that you have to lie about me to make yourself the victim. I hate you. Just you and everything about you.

Of course, I won't say any of this. Not to you, not to our friends. You are the father of my child, and for her sake I will try to be kind.

"Knowing that my ex is even a little unhappy makes me happy," A little bunny showed me that message. Thanks.

But, you know what? You aren't hurting me. Not anymore. Irritating, sure. But you are hurting you. Our friends and family see me being kind, outgoing, and gentle, while you say bullshit behind my back. Do you know how that looks for you?

And we both know how important looks are to you. I remember how you yelled at me for two hours because I had the audacity to cry when I upset you and the window was open. What would the neighbors think?! You asked.

Fuck. I hate you. You were the biggest mistake I made. The only positive thing to ever come from you was our little girl. Other than that? Nothing. Literally nothing.

So you go ahead and get high, party, fuck that 21 year old girl. All the while calling me a slut and a whore. I'll be here being a mother, loving our daughter, and living my own life.

Sincerely -Scream_It_Out

P.S. I had sex again. It was great sex. And even though I am usually above name calling, I think I deserve it now: It was wonderful to fuck a man who didn't literally crush me under his weight.

Submitted January 29, 2017 at 03:03PM by Scream_it_out http://ift.tt/2jrpfJu TrueOffMyChest

The self portrait of a basement dweller, a reflection. TrueOffMyChest

I'll start by giving you a little insight into my life. Right now it's Sunday evening and I'm in my basement bedroom in front of two monitors and a laptop. The window is up by the ceiling and it's open a crack and I can hear the occasional person walk by on the sidewalk just outside. Some of the people that walk by are elderly couples out for an evening walk, some of them are groups of teenagers, some of them are a mom and dad team pulling their kids along in a toy wagon. I only get a brief momentary glimpse into their lives as they pass by my window, hardly long enough to hear the sound of passing laughter or a snippet of a sentence. They, of course, won't have a chance to notice me. I consider myself a bit of a ghoul lurking in the underbelly of human civilization that nobody should have the displeasure of acknowledging. I rot away in my bedroom in front of this computer every day, and yes, that's probably my fault. I turned 27 years old less than a week ago and I spent my birthday playing my bloodelf priest in world of warcraft. I'm a kissless virgin. I'm also handholdless and hugless. I have no friends. That's not a dramatic exaggeration. I literally have zero friends. In grade ten I quit highschool. I've never worked a day in my life. I have never filed a tax return. I have never driven a car. I can't cook. The most adult thing I've ever done was get on a bus all my myself and go to a doctor's appointment that I booked myself. I was 25. It was a horrible and terrifying experience. The world is scary. It frightens me. I only go outside once or twice a month and only very briefly, perhaps only for a few seconds, barely long enough to hold my hand up and look at it against the blue sky and realize how horribly my depersonalization has become. The happiest moments in my life are when my mother brings home McDonald's after work and leaves it in the refrigerator for me, a quarter ponder meal with no pickles and root beer. I take it to my room and eat it in front of my computer screens. I'm eating in front of my computer right now while playing runescape. I maxed in runescape six years ago. Thank you for reading.

Submitted May 09, 2016 at 05:51AM by OffMyChest39485 http://ift.tt/1UL2vnj TrueOffMyChest

Stop it damn you! TrueOffMyChest

Let me just say this, I love ya buddy, you're like a brother to me, but stop turning my refrigerator thermostat all the way down when you put your beer in my fridge damn you! Their is nothing more frustrating then waking up in the morning to find my milk frozen solid and I can't eat my cereal!

Stop it!

I've addressed this with you once, I will address it with you one final time, you fuck up my milk again, you have to start bringing your own damn cooler fucker!

Submitted September 16, 2015 at 11:09AM by devilsadvocate09 http://ift.tt/1KRe0pU TrueOffMyChest

I am mentally ill, ACCEPT THAT TrueOffMyChest

You knew when we first meet that I suffer from mental illness. A year later you told me you loved me immensely and that you wanted to be with me forever. I went to a psychologist, I wanted to get better, not be so destructive and overtly angry. I wanted to control it. I learned how to be calmer and not be so outrageous all the time. Which you told me you didn't mind.

Then you meet me on meds. I was way calmer, I was under control. I was caring, as if I hadn't been before, but I was more so, and in different ways. I held in my anger, my frustration, and I let you push me around and let you be a slob. I didn't get angry, I don't think the medication would allow it. Then I got really sick, and had to get off them, and I have been off them since. About 2 months, I have been who I am naturally. And all you do is bitch and moan about how I'm out of control, when I do not react as violently as I used to 2 years ago. No where near as violent. But I explode once because the shelves in your refrigerator decided to fall apart as I went to put something away, and after 3 attempts to fix it, I exploded. I through shit, I threw the juice on the floor, left everything in it's place...scattered on the floor. You just watched. You didn't help, you just watched in silence as I attempted over and over to fix it, until it finally all came down...

You blame me!?!?!? I'm sicker than a dog, I am a full time college student who commutes 40 miles to school everyday, and who just had a temporary night job on the weekends for 4 weeks. Also, I do a ton of volunteer work on the side everyday.

AND YOU BLAME ME FOR EXPLODING WHEN IM SICKER THAN A FUCKING DOG, AND YOUR REFRIGERATOR, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SPACE IN IT CUZ YOU NEVER FUCKING CLEAN IT, DECIDES TO BREAK ALL OF A SUDDEN!?!?!? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.

YOU TELL ME I AM OUT OF CONTROL AND I AM CRAZY AND YOU CAN'T HANDLE ME WHEN I'M "LIKE THIS", YET YOU COULD HANDLE ME LESS THAN 6 MONTHS AGO BEFORE I GOT ON MEDS!?!?! FUCK YOU!!!

YOU JUST SAT THERE ON YOUR ASS, WATCHING ME GET MORE AND MORE PISSED AS SHIT WASN'T WORKING, THEN SAT THERE AND DIDN'T HELP ME CLEAN ANY OF IT UP. JUST WATCHED. LIKE, IDK, IT WAS A TV SHOW OR SOME SHIT. AND YOU WONDER WHY I EXPLODED. BITCH, FUCK YOU!!!!

I am an amazing women, whose mental issues make me unique, and you should love me for who I am naturally, and not make me feel guilty for being flawed. FUCK YOU. YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING GUYS AT THE COLLEGE I GO TO WANT TO TAKE ME OUT TO COFFEE!?!?!? A LOT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, IF THEY ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT ME WITH ALL MY "FLAWS", MY "OUT-OF-CONTROL" FLAWS, THEN YOU CAN JUST GO!

I have cleaned up after you for too long. I just....OOOOOOOooooooo you fucking piss me off so much. DO NOT PROMISE TO LOVE ME FOR WHO I FUCKING AM AFTER SPENDING SO MANY YEARS WITH ME, THEN CALL ME A MONSTER AFTER I GET OFF SOME MEDS I WAS ONLY ON FOR 2 MONTHS!!!!!

LOOK IN THE FUCKING MIRROR AND SEE THAT MAYBE I'M NOT THE ONE WHOSE IN THE WRONG HERE, BUT MAYBE IT'S YOUR IRRESPONSIBLE ASS.

I WORK TOO HARD FOR THIS SHIT, BITCH. TOO FUCKING HARD.

Submitted November 03, 2014 at 10:29AM by mischievouskat http://ift.tt/1ug57gN TrueOffMyChest