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I’m ready for the holidays to be over and they haven’t even started yet. The waste of space exwife is really getting under my skin and I’m trying to not let it bother me. But it bugs me that she doesn’t do anything extracurricular with the boys if it’s of the slightest inconvenience to her but she must have them on holidays so she can show off her brood of seven.Up until last year, she had them on Thanksgiving and they came to our house the night of Christmas Eve and stayed through Christmas. She basically said last year that since we didn’t have any siblings for the boys and she did - that they should be at her house on Christmas. Husband said, “whatever” and hung up on her. I blew a fuse. I waited until Christmas Eve night to point out that this was the first Christmas Eve of the boys’ lives that he hadn’t read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” to them and made him cry. I told him he would regret just going along with that her plan. I made him promise that he’d talk to her before the holidays this year to see if we could have them on Thanksgiving and Christmas and we could just start swapping out years.
He did not do this. So, we’re doing our Thanksgiving next Wednesday and she’s getting them by noon on Christmas so she can tote them to her husband’s family house for dinner.
I’m pissed off that Husband doesn’t want to rock the boat with this gutter slut. He said that he only has 4 more years to deal with her and wants to just deal with her as little as possible. I understand what he’s saying but it still irks me. My holiday spirit is out the door. I actually volunteered to work Thanksgiving so a friend of mine could have the day off. I knew that if I sat at home on that day that I’d just glare at Husband. At least I’ll get paid double-time and a half that day!
I have no idea what I'm doing for Thanksgiving next week. None. My father and his wife have gone from being "parents" to this strained politeness between all of us... and that blame will fall squarely on my shoulders.
Because I finally laid down the law about things I will not discuss with him, since they always lead to arguments. These things are:
-My mother (his ex-wife, whom he hasn't seen in over twenty years and who would be thrilled to pieces if he suddenly fell off the planet)
-My politics (because I've got a very open mind-set, and his mind is very narrow about some things)
-My view on animals rights (because I believe they were here first, therefore we should respect them)
-My earth-friendly lifestyle (he thinks the bigger your eco-footprint, the happier you will be)
-My sex life
-My teenage years (of which he was no part)
-The 'research' he is doing on me. (Because everyone runs an investigation on their offspring instead of talking to them.)
Is it wrong me of think that there are some things parents do not need to know about their children? And vice versa? I don't need to know the exact number of women he fucked while married to my mother, and I highly doubt any man wants to know the exact nature of their daughter's sexual proclivities, no matter how old she might be.
I found out the hard way that he, and my skin-sack of an ex-husband, are cut from the same cloth. My father just disguised it better until it was too late for me to change my mind.
I've started an advent calender, but it's got nothing to do with the birth of a bouncing Baby Jesus- it's a countdown to the day I can go back to the family that was around for all the hard shit and is still standing there to pick me up when I fall.
Don't get me wrong - it would be great to have all this energy and to be able to funnel it into something constructive and useful. But instead I'm scattered, and unable to form a coherent thought for more than a few minutes. Yesterday I started to try and form a post, and stopped about 20 times. The ideas are there in my head, but making them come out of my fingers just wasn't happening. But I figured I had time, because I post on Thursday. I got up this morning and realize that somewhere in this pain filled week I lost and entire damn day!
My three counterparts here have bitches that go far beyond anything I have to bitch about today. In fact, the first bitch that comes to mind is that I'm not in closer proximity to get rid of a waste of skin ex-wife, pass along some top notch pain pills, and rid a certain town in butt-fucked nowhere of a certain male inhabitant who wouldn't know a good father if it landed on his face and started to flop around like a cat with epilepsy.
My biggest bitch in my corner of the universe (other than the fact that my husband's work phone just started ringing on the 3rd vacation day he's taken all year... %^&*%$^!!!) is that I saw myself in a few pictures from Disneyland yesterday and I'm horrified at how fat I've gotten. Maybe the apple doesn't fall as far from the tree as I had originally thought. My mother is the vainest of vain... and I'm certainly not as bad as she is (no way I would remain conscious for a plastic surgeon to rip the fat pads out of my eye sockets, thank you!) but, I guess I'm more vain than I realized.
This morning I'm partially beating myself up and attempting to come up with some sort of diet compromise that doesn't make me feel like I'm punishing myself 24/7. I know I can't stand looking like this and eventually it's going to make me stop having sex with my husband and God knows, that will end up with one of committing murder.
My three counterparts here have bitches that go far beyond anything I have to bitch about today. In fact, the first bitch that comes to mind is that I'm not in closer proximity to get rid of a waste of skin ex-wife, pass along some top notch pain pills, and rid a certain town in butt-fucked nowhere of a certain male inhabitant who wouldn't know a good father if it landed on his face and started to flop around like a cat with epilepsy.
My biggest bitch in my corner of the universe (other than the fact that my husband's work phone just started ringing on the 3rd vacation day he's taken all year... %^&*%$^!!!) is that I saw myself in a few pictures from Disneyland yesterday and I'm horrified at how fat I've gotten. Maybe the apple doesn't fall as far from the tree as I had originally thought. My mother is the vainest of vain... and I'm certainly not as bad as she is (no way I would remain conscious for a plastic surgeon to rip the fat pads out of my eye sockets, thank you!) but, I guess I'm more vain than I realized.
This morning I'm partially beating myself up and attempting to come up with some sort of diet compromise that doesn't make me feel like I'm punishing myself 24/7. I know I can't stand looking like this and eventually it's going to make me stop having sex with my husband and God knows, that will end up with one of committing murder.
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