Oy, long ass week. School is done, but the drama seems to be a heatin' up. Kidlet and pseudo-step sibling issues, parental tiffages out the ying yang, mom warring with queens....You name it, I have seen it.
Kidlet one was not good. I mean it was not some awful, tragic, let's all go to counseling kinda thing, just not pleasant. Her dad's girlfriend lives with them now, and she has kids. Including a son around the Kidlet's age. Apparently we had rough housing and personal space invasion. Poor bastard got bit for his efforts, but still. Semi step brothers do not get to invade the personal bubble of my daughter. Her dad went nuclear. See the whole child molestation issue is a mega hot button for both of us due to up close and personal experience. Anyhow...bleh. So the decision is she will never be alone with the semi step siblings.
And of course my mom over reacted as per usual. She's on a roll, man. Got into it with a really pissy gay couple at graduation. Apparently they sat on their large asses while she helped set up the room and move in tables and chairs. Then they tried to save two whole rows. Mom was having none of that. I was oblivious to it all. Good thing too, cause I would have been forced to ask them if they had sand in their pussies. That would have gone over well.
So flash forward to today. Mom on warpath again. This time target is my dad. Who really does have a stunning history of fucking shit up. In this case, the remodel of their kitchen. He forgot a section of the new cabinets at the factory. He's in construction too, so this shit ain't new to him. Of course his fucking up by being disorganized is not new to her, so you gotta wonder.
Yada Yada Yada
Everyone needs to take a fucking valium and chill. Or just stop calling me
Hangin 5...........
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