She really does think her shit don't stink!!! She really thinks she was the best mother in the whole wide world!! She thinks she's done a great job being his mom and raising him and being there for him!!
WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH: YOUR SHIT STINKS TO HIGH HELL.
Why didn't you ever take him to the doctor for his scoliosis when he was young and covered on his dad's insurance??? Why do you let your new husband beat up on him?? When it came down to either him or your husband, why did you kick your son to the curb, woman?
OHHHHhhhhhh so NOW that he's down, and it's actually not your fault this time, you think you can get on your God damned high horse and point your finger down at me. Who did he have to turn to when you kicked him out? Who was there to listen when he was frustrated? Who went broke, and is still pretty broke, just trying to support the both of us on one part-time income? Certainly not you!! You made sure to tell him you would call back later. Did you ever call back to see if he was okay? Did you even have a CLUE that he was hurting so bad? NO YOU DIDN'T!!! I WAS THE ONE THAT WAS THERE!!!! I WAS THERE 100% OF THE TIME!! YOU ONLY CALLED HIM WHEN YOU NEEDED SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO YOU!!!
SO FUCK YOU!!
Call me a piece of work. Call me a bitch. Call me anything you can fucking think of. It just rolls right off of me. Because you know what? If he had to pick who he would depend on for the rest of his life, it would be ME bitch!!
You are so fucking clueless. Go ahead, if it makes you feel better, that's fine by me. Blame it ALL on me, right? EXCUSE ME for wanting to be able to live my life without worrying every damn second if he was going to be okay. I think I am entitled to that. I can live my life WITHOUT YOUR ADVICE, so you can shut your damn mouth now.
Don't you dare tell me I can't talk to him. I do believe I am the one that is still paying for his cell phone. There is a reason for that, and that is BECAUSE I WANT TO TALK TO HIM WHEN I WANT TO TALK TO HIM. And notice how he and I can get along just fine without your nosey ass? GOD DAMN woman!! Who do you really think you are?
You haven't done shit for him. Actually, I take that back. You've done SHIT for him. And that's about it. So don't go telling me what kind of person I am. You can judge me all you want, that's your freedom. But you know what? Keep it to yourself bitch. Nobody wants to hear your whiny old fat ass. If it wasn't for Mr. Well Off Husband, you would still be sitting on your ass begging for tips. And you know what? I don't even think you do have legitimate health problems. You've faked every damn ache and pain for the last 10 years. Yeah, make sure Mr. Well Off keeps you good and comfy at home. Lazy ass bitch. I am busting my ass off trying to make something of myself, trying to assure myself a future. And did you even graduate from high school? Nope. Did you get your associates degree? Nope. Are you on a straight course to graduation? Not even close. So you know what? I think your high horse is more like a fat, flea-ridden donkey, too lazy to even keep from pissing on itself.
You're nothing, you've never been anything, and all you amount to is a pile of shit with an even fouler attitude.
That's it. I'm never, ever going to waste another breath on you. Maybe he and I WILL get back together. Maybe we WILL still get married. But you can bet for damn sure that you will never be my mother-in-law. That will be the only condition, is that you will never, ever call my house. You will never, ever call a cell pone that is owned by me (yes, I already made sure to have the numbers blocked) And you will never, ever see our children. not once. Because I would not want my children growing up thinking that it's okay to voice your opinion about anyone, anytime, whether or not you were even included in the conversation.
In conclusion, fuck you, fuck you very much. It has been a great displeasure knowing you. I hope you have some good insurance on your husband, cuz it's a sure thing that you could never get a job. Who wants a salesclerk that will cuss out the customers??
Furthermore, you have not ever been there for him, so do not tell me whether or not I can be there for him. If he wants me there, I will be there.
And, you are living proof that God has a sense of humor.
Much hate
Me
p.s. to anyone that wants to spell-check this: don't bother, I don't care. I accept this blog as it is, errors and all.
Never, never, never would I spellcheck a post such as this. Never. I have far too much respect for your anger and pain to do such a thing. Any errors you may have made are irrelevant.
I'm really not such a bad guy.
Posted by: chronic spell checker at February 7, 2007 5:50 AMFinally, a legitimate Non Clan post. This is what Anonyblog is about Clanners. You might want read it several hundred times in order to grasp what blogging is about.
Posted by: at February 7, 2007 6:46 AMYes. Read it a million times, and feel my anger. That would make me feel better, if everyone else here would hate her too.
Posted by: at February 7, 2007 7:21 AMWell written OP! No fake bears, monkeys, recipes, porn, or fecal eating. Yes!
Posted by: at February 7, 2007 8:23 AMChronic Spell Checker,
I knew from some of your previous posts that you would not be the one to make a comment about any errors I made. I can trust that you would not add insult to injury by disregarding the message and focusing on the errors. I meant that towards any 'knucklehead' that would feel no remorse to do just as such.
Thanks for hanging around.
Well, Miss N. Thank you for revealing yourself, as I now know so much more about you than I did before. I like you. Please, more "Squishy Chihuahua"?
Posted by: chronic spell checker at February 7, 2007 6:00 PMHey! Hey SC!! Isn't that question mark supposed to be inside the quotation marks? I think I'm right, but I could be wrong. I will feel stupid if I'm wrong.
Posted by: N at February 8, 2007 7:11 AMTo tell the truth, I'm a little fuzzy on that one. The way I do it "feels" right, but I was waiting for someone to call me on that one. I'll look it up and get back to you.
By the way, great venting. Do you ever read it out loud, just to hear how it would sound if you really did say those things to her? I would if I had written it. I would just have to feel good to scream it all out. Very cathartic.
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