So, I need to do some venting and why not do it on here? Best place for me to be free.
My mother came home and I was on the friend with someone that I thought she might like to talk to so I gave her the phone and they chit chatted for awhile. Gave it back to me and things were still fine and dandy. I got off the phone and was just mindin' my own business, coughing because I keep getting sicker every damn day, and my uncle comes in and find some soup. Well I have to heat it up which means I have to get up which has a pretty good chance of making me ******** dizzy and possibly falling over. I heat up his soup and my mom talks about the chicken she brought home last night and things went to s**t from there. So, I had to look for the chicken and she heated it up for my uncle, well she started changing into her night clothes and he came inside which meant I had to get up and get it for him. I told her next time she should wait, seeing as how I'm the sick one here. Yes, I understand she's tired from working but she's the one who wanted to stay at work and s**t. Not like she really needs the money or nothin'. She flipped her ******** biscuit so bad about that. Then we get into a yelling contest and she's all don't talk to me like that. Well ********, she started it. Day was ********' fine til she got home. She accused me of being on the phone all damn night. Like hell. So a friend called at like three thirty and we talked for three hours. I've done worse than that and so has she, not like it was botherin' her anyway, she can sleep through a lot of things. And here she is bitchin' and accusin' me of s**t as always. b***h knows s**t about me, oh sure she thinks she does but what the ******** does she really know. She said the dogs need water and tried to make me get up, while she's in the ********' way and my big a** and her over inflated ego a** can't fit through there or in the damn bathroom at the same time. Then, takin' down one of her precious work shirts she knocks over my cup of orange juice. I didn't see it she said. Well what the ********, doesn't excuse the fact that you didn't even say sorry. If that'd been one of her precious cups she would've bitched about that as well. So next she goes off sayin' she's goin' to get me a night job next week and blah blah blah. You know her a** has had more surgeries than anyone and most likely needs another. Who takes care of her ungrateful a** when she's sick..or anyone for that matter? Me. Who wakes her up in the morning, even when I had to work the same day and my damn cell phone is her alarm clock because she can't work the clock next to her or either of her two damn cell phones well. My brothers moved out for selfish reason but I have more respect and appreciate her so I don't cuss and s**t around her. But I ******** swear if she keeps pushing me she can go back to paying her damn bills by check and on paper. She needs to be thankful with what she's got before my a** leaves her hangin' on thin air. My dad's never home so good luck with that s**t. I find out her information when she needed it, I ordered s**t for her or ahead of time to make it easy. Her computer illiterate a** would be so ******** hopeless without me. One of these days she's going to push me oh so far. And that day is getting closer and closer each time she bitches and accuses me of s**t. She interrupts my damn sleep more times than I ever have hers.
Now my dad..guh I could go on a whole 'nother rant about his whiny baby a**. Men are such babies when sick and he's an a** at the same time.
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