I promised I wouldn’t do this, but…

December 3, 2006 at 10:21 pm 1 comment

here goes the rant about the outlaws, because what they pulled is the final straw for me.
I’ve endured racial slurs, rude treatment, threats and abuse from these people since I married Doug, but I’ve let it slide as much as I can. What happened today was the final, absolute most abhorable straw.

I took Isaac this morning, because they changed their plans, and I had made plans 2 weeks ago for an interview with Kumon educational centers. I dropped him off at my parents, so that I could go to the interview and then we made plans to go visit the cemetary. The outlaws came over and had a complete shit fit that Isaac was not around. When they asked for information about our whereabouts, Doug refused to give anything out…the tirade started.

Doug was called a “fing hillbilly, white trash and a peice of shit father.”
I was called the usual….dirty spic, bitch wife and nasty person.

Me, I can handle…but the fact is, that this tirade went on for a good 45 minutes.
Then, the final threat of violence….
The moron threatened to sell the house out from under us. Send us back to living in an apartment or a cardboard box.

I have officially had it. I have had it being nice to these people, making them things that they don’t appreciate, and attempting to do the right thing, and be nice. I’m through. very, very through. I don’t care what you do with your life, but do not degrade me, my husband, his job (they’re constantly telling him nurses are lazy) and me and my job, and calling me (seriously scarcastically) rocket scientist. DO not call my son names because he sucks on his fingers, and nit pick everything about him, when you know nothing, NOTHING about him, his likes, his dislikes, what he does for fun, or how far he’s come since we started EI. DO NOT think you can waltz in and make him love you, because you brought him a stupid present from your basement or the dirty shelves of big lots. They made the choice to live in Arizona…tehy need to live with that choice and realize that their grandson does not know them, love them or have any sort of emotional attachment to them.

I can be as Christian as the next person, but I can’t be in this case. My perrogative is to protect my family and my sanity. They need to stay away, and live with the choices they’ve made for themselves.

Rant over.
They go away Tuesday. I can’t wait.


Entry filed under: annoyances, outlaws.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. mischief0617  |  December 4, 2006 at 2:35 pm

    Oh they are horrible, horrible people!


    One more day.

    And if they DO sell the house…then you are free of them holding it over your head. You will be fine.


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