Easter Flagelation
Forgive me, Blogger. It has been many weeks since my last confession.
As you know, #3 had moved in with #1. It was supposed to be a win-win situation for everyone. #1 didn't have to live alone. #2 & #3 wouldn't have to live together. Husband and I were assured the benefits would extend to us because we would no longer have to have a physical sibling rivalry going on under our roof.
Well....
#1 seems to think that it's perfectly ok to have friends over at any hour of any day. #3 is still in school and needs some sleep so she can function. #1 says that it's her house and she doesn't need to tell her sister anything!
#3 wasn't doing the dishes up to #1's standards on Friday so #1 told her to get the hell out. #3 was pissed with the way she told her but more than ok with leaving and moving back home - across the street. (Just put that in there in case someone was reading for the first time.) ;> Pretty soon, I get a call from #1 telling me that she needs to talk to me and would I come over.
She's contrite and apologizes to me and says she's to blame and that she didn't handle things right. She doesn't want #3 to leave. I told her that when she starts channelling her father and his words become hers, to tell him to get back in his cage and to STFU! She is much more like her father than me in that she doesn't care much for others' opinions or feelings. If she thinks it, she says it, and then she does it. No regrets. No apologies. After our talk, I honestly thought she was having a breakthrough!
Yesterday, #1 had a 'friend' over. This is someone who physically hit one of #3's friends and gave him a black eye because he was drunk and the kid was looking at him! Well, he tries to pass a joint to #3. She declines. Then he tries to talk her into it. #1 pipes up with "You better not!" but says nothing to this asshole! The proper response would have been, "Hey, asshole! Don't you EVER try to do that shit again! That's my little sister!" Um, guess she didn't think of that. She says nothing to him.
Today was the first holiday since #1 moved home. We've all done quite a bit for her since she's been home and even before she got here. She's never invited us over for a dinner. She's fed husband and his friends while they were helping work on her house but nothing to really say Thank You. So, what did she do for Easter? Without ever talking to me or anyone else, she decides to have a cookout with her looser friends. Friends is a loose term here but I don't want to have to type quote marks.
She's known these people for less than 3 months. They are all drunks and druggies. They all have very young children yet they are not and never have been married. The mothers are crack whores and as fathers, they suck. No wonder she didn't invite us - I would NOT have gone!
#3 worked until 4 when I picked her up. I told her what was going on and made it clear that if things were bad to come on over, eat with us, and stay the night if it looked like they weren't going to leave at a decent time. She takes one look at the situation when she gets home and tells me she's taking me up on my offer. She locks the door to her room and leaves. Seems that #1 and the parents of the year were having an egg hunt in the back yard for the kids while passing a joint around to each other while holding a beer in their other hand.
Several hours after we eat our lovely, stress-free, & drug-free Easter dinner, #3 goes back across the street to get her clothes and other things she needs for school tomorrow. Her door knob is all loose and wobbly. WTF she says to her sister. Oh, I was trying to take it off so they could put their kids to sleep in your room. Needless to say #3 is NOT a happy camper. She has money, breakables, her guitars, and mementos in there and a 1 year old and a 2 year old could do some major damage to her things!
Well - one of the baby's daddy's piped up and told her she didn't need to be such a bitch about it. Then the crack-whore baby's mama joined in! They were both giving #3 down the road because she had locked her door and hadn't taken kindly to them trying to pry it the hell open!
She comes home and tells me what had just happened. I saw red! That's it! The last fucking straw! I got my shoes on, husband gets his keys (which are probably considered dangerous weapons in about 10 states!) and we walk across the street. I did the talking - husband was my protection.
I walk in and ask #1 who it was that had a problem with #3. Crack-whore is sitting with her at the table and looks at her when I asked the question. She tells me - nobody. I said you mean to tell me that no one called her a bitch for wanting to keep her room off-limits? Um....let's go outside she says. She then proceeds to tell me again that no one said anything. I ask "Well, didn't C have a cow about it, say well their just children, you don't need to make such a big deal about it, bitch" to #3. THEN she tells me that he isn't even there! Funny, I look around the side of the house and there the asshole is! I start walking back there and she's telling me to drop it - to leave it alone.
No fucking chance in hell!
I go right up to him and ask him and he replies that he was talking to crack-whore and was really just joking anyway. To which I called BS! Then some here-to-fore unseen fat bitch puts in her two cents worth that they were invited over by #1 so she knew they were coming. To which I said yes, that's why #3 locked her fucking door! She lives there - not them and they should respect her things and leave her space the hell alone and they had better not talk to her like that again!
Husband and I walked back across the street. Not long after, 2 cars left from #1's. I don't know if they came back or not but #3 is tucked in safe and sound in her old room for the night. Her shit will be moved back in tomorrow. #1 and her looser friends can self-destruct together without getting #3 in their crossfire.
All I can say is this - you don't mess with my kids or the hounds from hell will be let loose on your sorry ass. I don't give a shit if you ARE my #1 daughter or her sorry fucking friends!
As you know, #3 had moved in with #1. It was supposed to be a win-win situation for everyone. #1 didn't have to live alone. #2 & #3 wouldn't have to live together. Husband and I were assured the benefits would extend to us because we would no longer have to have a physical sibling rivalry going on under our roof.
Well....
#1 seems to think that it's perfectly ok to have friends over at any hour of any day. #3 is still in school and needs some sleep so she can function. #1 says that it's her house and she doesn't need to tell her sister anything!
#3 wasn't doing the dishes up to #1's standards on Friday so #1 told her to get the hell out. #3 was pissed with the way she told her but more than ok with leaving and moving back home - across the street. (Just put that in there in case someone was reading for the first time.) ;> Pretty soon, I get a call from #1 telling me that she needs to talk to me and would I come over.
She's contrite and apologizes to me and says she's to blame and that she didn't handle things right. She doesn't want #3 to leave. I told her that when she starts channelling her father and his words become hers, to tell him to get back in his cage and to STFU! She is much more like her father than me in that she doesn't care much for others' opinions or feelings. If she thinks it, she says it, and then she does it. No regrets. No apologies. After our talk, I honestly thought she was having a breakthrough!
Yesterday, #1 had a 'friend' over. This is someone who physically hit one of #3's friends and gave him a black eye because he was drunk and the kid was looking at him! Well, he tries to pass a joint to #3. She declines. Then he tries to talk her into it. #1 pipes up with "You better not!" but says nothing to this asshole! The proper response would have been, "Hey, asshole! Don't you EVER try to do that shit again! That's my little sister!" Um, guess she didn't think of that. She says nothing to him.
Today was the first holiday since #1 moved home. We've all done quite a bit for her since she's been home and even before she got here. She's never invited us over for a dinner. She's fed husband and his friends while they were helping work on her house but nothing to really say Thank You. So, what did she do for Easter? Without ever talking to me or anyone else, she decides to have a cookout with her looser friends. Friends is a loose term here but I don't want to have to type quote marks.
She's known these people for less than 3 months. They are all drunks and druggies. They all have very young children yet they are not and never have been married. The mothers are crack whores and as fathers, they suck. No wonder she didn't invite us - I would NOT have gone!
#3 worked until 4 when I picked her up. I told her what was going on and made it clear that if things were bad to come on over, eat with us, and stay the night if it looked like they weren't going to leave at a decent time. She takes one look at the situation when she gets home and tells me she's taking me up on my offer. She locks the door to her room and leaves. Seems that #1 and the parents of the year were having an egg hunt in the back yard for the kids while passing a joint around to each other while holding a beer in their other hand.
Several hours after we eat our lovely, stress-free, & drug-free Easter dinner, #3 goes back across the street to get her clothes and other things she needs for school tomorrow. Her door knob is all loose and wobbly. WTF she says to her sister. Oh, I was trying to take it off so they could put their kids to sleep in your room. Needless to say #3 is NOT a happy camper. She has money, breakables, her guitars, and mementos in there and a 1 year old and a 2 year old could do some major damage to her things!
Well - one of the baby's daddy's piped up and told her she didn't need to be such a bitch about it. Then the crack-whore baby's mama joined in! They were both giving #3 down the road because she had locked her door and hadn't taken kindly to them trying to pry it the hell open!
She comes home and tells me what had just happened. I saw red! That's it! The last fucking straw! I got my shoes on, husband gets his keys (which are probably considered dangerous weapons in about 10 states!) and we walk across the street. I did the talking - husband was my protection.
I walk in and ask #1 who it was that had a problem with #3. Crack-whore is sitting with her at the table and looks at her when I asked the question. She tells me - nobody. I said you mean to tell me that no one called her a bitch for wanting to keep her room off-limits? Um....let's go outside she says. She then proceeds to tell me again that no one said anything. I ask "Well, didn't C have a cow about it, say well their just children, you don't need to make such a big deal about it, bitch" to #3. THEN she tells me that he isn't even there! Funny, I look around the side of the house and there the asshole is! I start walking back there and she's telling me to drop it - to leave it alone.
No fucking chance in hell!
I go right up to him and ask him and he replies that he was talking to crack-whore and was really just joking anyway. To which I called BS! Then some here-to-fore unseen fat bitch puts in her two cents worth that they were invited over by #1 so she knew they were coming. To which I said yes, that's why #3 locked her fucking door! She lives there - not them and they should respect her things and leave her space the hell alone and they had better not talk to her like that again!
Husband and I walked back across the street. Not long after, 2 cars left from #1's. I don't know if they came back or not but #3 is tucked in safe and sound in her old room for the night. Her shit will be moved back in tomorrow. #1 and her looser friends can self-destruct together without getting #3 in their crossfire.
All I can say is this - you don't mess with my kids or the hounds from hell will be let loose on your sorry ass. I don't give a shit if you ARE my #1 daughter or her sorry fucking friends!
posted by bb at 11:05 PM
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