My son has a rash. It has been spreading across his body alarmingly fo the past day, and caused me some concern. After my mom got home from eating lunch with a friend (and in the privacy in my mind when I found out, I asked, "You have a friend?") I asked her to take me to an emergency clinic. Despite its name, they do NOT accept walk-in patients. As I was finding this out and preparing to leave, TGRR called me to say that my son had called him this morning, and he was making sure that I got my phone back. I mentioned that he had a terrible rash, and he advised me to get him checked out as soon as possible, good enough advice for any symptom with no obvious cause. It turned out to be caused by a virus, and there's nothing they can do except wait it out, so the trip to the ER was informative, but still rather expensive for my broke ass. My mom and I returned home to find their new dog had got into my room and chewed some things up, and had got up on the table and eaten my son's newest pair of shoes (replacements for the ones she chewed up before).
After my dad got home later on, I could hear her bitching about how I thought she knew nothing (she never offered me advice on what to do, and after we left the hosptial she even said that it could have been something), and how I'd never get as much money from my ex for child support as I 'was led to believe' (she's never even had to deal with such things, nor has she, to my knowledge anyway, done any research on the subject), and how 'not smart' I am (my dad replied, "She's stupid!") and a whole lot of other ridiculous nonsense.
Where do they get off? I mean, really? What gives them the right to say nasty things in a voice loud enough to tell half the city what they think, especially about people they don't know? I am including myself in this category, because they don't really know anything about me, and this suits me fine. I mean, sure, its probably very stressful on them for me to move back in with no job or other income, but why does she have to get all melodramatic? "Ohhhh, I just want my life to end!" Direct quote. "I can't afford to keep doing this!" After finding what her stupid dog had done, and aimed at me, I could just tell. It's her fucking dog, maybe she ought to train the stupid idiot, or keep her outside, or put her in a crate when nobody ss home, instead of blaming me for everything.
And it's like this almost every day. I am getting so sick of this shit, and I have nowhere else to go. Well, One thought that keeps rolling around in my mind is, "You want your life to end? That can be arranged."
After my dad got home later on, I could hear her bitching about how I thought she knew nothing (she never offered me advice on what to do, and after we left the hosptial she even said that it could have been something), and how I'd never get as much money from my ex for child support as I 'was led to believe' (she's never even had to deal with such things, nor has she, to my knowledge anyway, done any research on the subject), and how 'not smart' I am (my dad replied, "She's stupid!") and a whole lot of other ridiculous nonsense.
Where do they get off? I mean, really? What gives them the right to say nasty things in a voice loud enough to tell half the city what they think, especially about people they don't know? I am including myself in this category, because they don't really know anything about me, and this suits me fine. I mean, sure, its probably very stressful on them for me to move back in with no job or other income, but why does she have to get all melodramatic? "Ohhhh, I just want my life to end!" Direct quote. "I can't afford to keep doing this!" After finding what her stupid dog had done, and aimed at me, I could just tell. It's her fucking dog, maybe she ought to train the stupid idiot, or keep her outside, or put her in a crate when nobody ss home, instead of blaming me for everything.
And it's like this almost every day. I am getting so sick of this shit, and I have nowhere else to go. Well, One thought that keeps rolling around in my mind is, "You want your life to end? That can be arranged."