Category Archives: family

Ramble on

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Hmmmm, where to start.

Think I’ll start with SfB.  So he wore out his welcome at my mother’s house and at my aunt’s apartment.  So then he moved to a cheap hotel and then from there to some lady’s house.  Then he was in a bar a week or so before the Super Bowl and got beat up and was in the hospital for a few days.  Apparently he worked a few days at his job after he got out of the hospital and then bought a bus ticket over here.

I’m amused that he actually had a job.  Right after he went over there he got a job at Wal-Mart.  He lost that job because he “tried to stop a thief.”  Uhhhh, from the loading dock? Then he got a job at Safeway.

He showed up at the neighbor’s apartment (hereinafter known as Mike) on Super Bowl night about 2:30.  Pissed Mike off to have him just show up in the middle of the night like that and expect to just live with him.  Mike gave him two weeks.  This is the funny part, SfB did his best to avoid me!  I only saw him once while he was staying here!

I actually talked to Mike last night and SfB told him all sort of crazy ass lies.  SfB told him I was living in the “lap of luxury” because I had “taken” him for $100K.  Sure I did.  That’s why I’m driving a 14 year old car and living in a 2 bedroom apartment.  And that’s obviously why I worked 65 hours a week during tax season for two years.  Mike didn’t believe him of course because he was a supervisor at the same plant SfB was a supervisor and Mike knows how much he would have made.

Oh and because SfB heard that I had a boyfriend so he told Mike he had a girlfriend but both times Mike was over there he didn’t see her.  I’m sure she’s fiction.  I mean seriously, who wants an unkempt, homeless, drunk, 57 year old man that works a low pay job???

Randy started texting me again the saturday before Xmas.  He still hasn’t apologized for treating me bad though.  He’d text me a couple of times about some random thing or another.  Then when I told him I had met someone that comes here for work he wanted to know if he could come watch.  I told him it wasn’t Danny’s thing.  So he asked me what Danny’s thing is and I told him “spoiling me.”  LOL

And spoiling me is exactly what Danny wants to do.  We met for the first time on a thursday evening.  I met him at his hotel.  He greeted me naked!! Well, he had a towel on. LOL We chatted for a bit while he finished getting ready and then we went to a nice restaurant and had dinner and drinks.  I dressed up!  I had on short boots, patterned tights, my black mini skirt, a black silky top that has a keyhole and shows just a bit of cleavage and my gray silk blazer and I looked really, really good.  After dinner we went back to his hotel and had sex twice.  He’ll be here again the first week of March which is really cool because my birthday is that week.  And I have a new mini skirt and top to wear this time!

Andy and I are talking about meeting some time this summer for a weekend if he ends up close enough.  I finally convinced him that I really can afford my end of the trip and it’s really okay for me to pay for my end of the trip.  LOL  I have to save up and pay my tax bill but once that’s paid all that money is mine!  I told him that after the tax bill is paid I’ll have money for fun and for savings and he was happier with that.

And I will have the money to do fun things after April!!  I got another raise at work and I have several bills paid off!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m still snickering

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And even laughing out loud.  My mother calls my son from time to time.  Now she’s complaining SfB is either drunk or hung over.  Plus she’s still complaining about him cutting the hose with the mower last summer.

Oh, and she whined she doesn’t think it’s fair I’m making him pay me to get his stuff out of storage.

Seriously, screw her.  I have over 20 years worth of stupid shit SfB did that I can bitch about.  I still don’t know how he got to be so old and is such an incompetent human being.

Oh, and he doesn’t clean his house and it took him a month to get her car cleaned out.

Ya know, the longer I don’t talk to her the more I realize all she does is complain.  I kid you not, my mother is 78 and is still bitching about something that happened when she was 10!!!  I really don’t mind not listening to her bitch and moan about every fucking thing in her life.

 

 

she took the cake but I got the frosting

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So, my son called me last night.  He said my mother called him and pretty much launched into a bitch fest about SfB.  <cackle>  Her and my Aunt are sorry they moved him over there and they’re trying to figure out how to get rid of him, he’s worthless, he fucks shit up, blah, blah, blah.  I about died laughing while he was telling me all the shit she said.  He said she asked why I never told her and my son told her “because mom don’t air her dirty laundry and you wouldn’t have believed her anyway.”  He also filled her in on all the big lies he’s told and the internet “girlfriend.”

Serves her right.

I’ll laugh about this for *years*!!!

Oh and the best part is he said he didn’t even giggle or laugh while she was telling him all this stuff.

The letter

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So my mother can’t contact me any other way so she sent me a letter.  It was not a letter of apology.  It was hate filled.  She said I was just being self-centered and vindictive.  Okay.  So I let several people read the letter that know what’s going on and so far not a single person thinks she’s right.  My first cousin (on my father’s side) was floored.  Her daughter-in-law was horrified.

I can’t say that I’m totally surprised by it.  She’s always been hateful and when she makes somebody mad she turns it around and makes it the person who is mad’s fault.  She’s made my sister mad and it was her fault for being mad.  She’s made my Aunt mad and it’s her fault for being mad. So now it’s my fault for being mad.  As far as I know she’s never apologized for a damn thing in her whole life.

She made her choice and now she can just live with it.  The letter sealed it.  I’m done with her, and when I’m done, I’m done.

I do know that for the very first time in my whole fucking life somebody thinks of me first.  SfB sure as hell never did.  He was about as inconsiderate as a person could be.  And of course being a woman, the kids and husband always came first, were always considered first.  Now my kids are grown and it’s just me.  So now, I’m first.  But, just putting yourself first isn’t being self-centered.  I lived with Mr self-centered and inconsiderate for 22 years.  I definitely know the difference.

Mother rant

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I’m not even sure where to start with this one.

One time when I was at my mother’s, Girl had been sexting with some guy in Canada and her dad was ranting and raving and generally carrying on about it. (not that I blame him mind you) This all happened over the course of a month or so and nobody knew she was even talking to somebody in Canada until the phone bill came.  Anyway, I was talking to my mother and one of the things she said was, we didn’t want Girl to rebel like I did.  And then she went on and laid the whole blame for my rebellion on Duke.  (the abusive “step-parent” and I use that term pretty loosely)

Ummm, SHE was my parent.  I would have done bloody battle if a guy had ever beat one of my kids the way she allowed him to beat me.  She would actually take my sister and LEAVE the house so he could have a “talk” with me.  She claims she never had any idea he was abusing me.  Right.  I had a V shaped bruise on the side of my thigh that lasted 6 months.  It was obviously from the end of a belt.  I can still feel the dents where that bruise was.

And this whole thing with SfB pretty much confirms what I’ve know most of my life.

I was a better parent at 16 than she was at 36!

Oh, and get this, she called my son a few days ago wanting to know if he could loan her some money.  He said he just played dumb and she didn’t say one word about SfB.

I swear to cow, if that woman ever says one fucking word to me about SfB, I’m going to deck her.

This takes the fucking cake

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I’m really pissed at my mother.  I found out from my *neighbor* that SfB moved in with my mother.  So I called her and she went on and on about how he’ll be getting a job and he can go live in an apartment my aunt owns, blah fucking blah.  I told her “good luck with that.”  She went on and on about how he’s been working and supporting himself.  Ummm, no, he was a homeless person sponging off somebody.  If he’s working so much why doe he have to go live with her???  Where’s his apartment and car?????  Oh wait, he doesn’t have those things.

Fuck her.  Then I called my son and HE didn’t know either!!!  Then I called Girl, it was a real shock to her too.

I unfriended my mother on facebook.

I won’t be going for Thanksgiving or Christmas if he’s there.  I won’t be going to the funeral service of my good friend’s brother either.  Their brother was SfB’s uncle.  Yeah, I don’t want to see the ex in laws if I don’t have to either.

My neighbor actually waited by the front door for me so he could tell me.

Karma’s a Bitch…

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(I wrote this as an email to somebody.  I edited it a little.  I didn’t want to lose it though so I posted it here.)
    Just ask Bill.  It cracks me up now although at the time I was seriously pissed.
    We had moved to Oklahoma in August of 2008.  He had been there for a couple of months by himself and apparently got addicted to internet porn and was on several dating sites.  So around March of 2009 I was on my way over to Liberal to get groceries when he called me on the cell phone and wanted to know if we had a mouse that worked with the laptop.  I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about so I said I’d fix it when I got home.  By the time I got home he had already left for work.  I got everything put away and then sat down to take a look at the laptop.  When I opened it, it said it was locked.  It had never been locked before.  So I closed it and went to my sewing room and my computer.  Eventually my brain kicked in and told me that I was the one that set up his email and I knew the password.  Sooo, I logged into his email and his inbox was totally empty.  So I looked in the trash.  It was all there.  There were a couple of weeks worth of chats and emails with a … well for now I’ll say woman.  Anyway, so I read thru a lot of it and it was soooooooooo 3rd grade and stupid that it was just laughable.  I think the part that pissed me off the most was he was planning on sending “her” money and they were going to meet at my oldest son’s in Colorado.  (I know Son 1, he wouldn’t have had any part of it)  Anyway, I called him at work and told him we had a problem and he needed to get his ass home.  Over the course of the next two or three days he told me that her “brother” would call him on the cell phone to tell him when to go chat on the laptop because in their “culture” women weren’t allowed to talk to me on the phone.  Yeah, he was chatting with a man the whole time.  Karma 1, Bill 0.
   I think the moral of this part is, empty the trash too.  LOL
    Then a couple of months or so later I had a friend in Guymon that was going to go file for a divorce and was going to a lawyer in Liberal and she wanted me to go with her.  It was on a Friday afternoon and we had gotten one of those car dealership things in the mail that has the key to come in and see if you win the vehicle.  Bill was going to go to Garden and see one of his friends so he decided he would stop and see if he won the vehicle.  He traded his truck for a $17K giant ass Ford truck.  He didn’t have a clue if we could make the payment or insurance or afford for him to drive it to work.  That made me even madder than the “girlfriend” did.  He’s seriously lucky I didn’t bash him in the back of the head with a shovel and shove his ass off into the septic tank.  But they pump those things every so often, so he lived.  Then we moved to Greeley Colorado (July 4th, 2010) and on the way we got trapped in the hail storm on I-70 just past Limon.  It did $6K damage to that truck and we just fixed the lights and put the rest on the loan so that brought how much we owed way down on it.  We were only in Greeley a total of 9 months and moved back to Liberal.  Since the drive for him to go to work was now 40 miles we couldn’t afford for him to drive the truck so he was driving MY car!!!  So I made him go trade it off and since he was feeling contrite when we traded it off he put my name on the title to the car. (2008 Pontiac G6)  It wasn’t on the title of the truck because I wasn’t there when he bought it.  In Kansas you can put two names on a title as and/or and only one person has to sign then to sell it.  He ended up living in the car here in Garden last winter. (Sept ’13 to May ’14)  I was putting gas in it so he could run the heater at night but after it warmed up some I quit paying for the gas.  He couldn’t put gas in it of course so it ended up parked.  I got this letter in the mail from Seaboard Foods that said he had a $187 uncashed check and if would sign the letter and get it notarized they would send it to him.  I called the guy he was staying with and told him if Bill brought the car back I would give him the letter.  It took him a week and a half to get the junk out of the car and bring it back.  The car was so nasty and disgusting I had to have it detailed before I could sell it but I got to sell it without his signature.  Karma 2, Bill 0.
     As far as I know he’s still staying with that guy in a motor home in a camper park and still not working.  The last time I saw him was on October 26th and I just saw him standing outside of the convenience store he hangs out at as I was driving past with Andy.  I think it’s also sort of fitting that the last time I saw him was on that day.  Karma 3, Bill 0. (It’s been over 6 months now since I’ve seen him at all.)
Sorry about the lack of spacing.  It wouldn’t let me add them since I copy/pasted.