Huge vent
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, 10-17-2016 at 10:05 AM (2651 Views)
I have to get this out somewhere so you guys are the lucky ones that get to read my dirty laundry if you so choose.
I wish my mother would fall down a flight of stairs and break every evil bone in her body. I am so over her. Yesterday was the final straw, but we'll start with earlier last week.
Sometime early last week I made mention that I had received a couple of steroid shots for my shoulder/back and had subsequently gained about 4 pounds. She says to me that I need to get my butt outside and work those pounds off. I should not accept them and that I'm letting my weight get out of control. You guys, I weighed 113 when my mother was saying this to me.
Friday she came over to my daughter's apartment. This is where I live during the week to take care of my daughter since her brain injuries. We are standing in the kitchen. I'm about to heat up a bowl of lasagna for myself and she says "You're really going to eat all of that?" She says this literally as she is finishing off a piece of pizza and dipping out her own bowl of lasagna. As I point this out to her she says "I just want a taste of it. I'm not going to eat all of mine." She ate all of it. She's also had this surgery. She tells me every time she talks to me that I'm going to gain back all the weight I lost but she's not going to gain hers back. She eats even worse than I do. Delusional bitch!
And here's the kicker, not weight related at all. My grandson, Maddox, died last year at 4 weeks old. He was born at 22 weeks, so it was a miracle he made it those 4 weeks. He was so damn precious! After he died his mother, my Brookie, fell apart. We lost her Christmas night. Until she died she carried two of Maddox's baby blankets with her everywhere. My mother had those blankets. Yesterday my niece had a baby shower. She opens her gift from my mother. Inside were two knitted blankets. She asks my mother aww, did you knit these yourself? My mother quickly waved her off and told her a friend knitted them. OMFG, it took everything in the world for me not to jump up and kill her on the spot. Those were Maddox's blankets!! He died wrapped up in one of those blankets! This bitch just wrapped those blankets and presented them as a homemade gift to my niece for her expected baby boy. Unfuckingbelievable!! But see, Alex, my niece, is no fool. She was just as much in love with Maddox and I. She knew exactly where those blankets came from. She will take wonderful care of the blankets.
What kind of sick, twisted person raised me? I am the daughter of the fucking devil.