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Friday Bitch, 7.0

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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.


I have plenty to bitch about this week. I broke a tooth last Friday night. It still is not fixed, and I am high on pain meds, have a zillion antibiotics running through my blood stream, and since the doctor didn't listen to me, the pain meds prescribed make me jumpy as hell. I cannot sleep if I take Loritab. I told her that and that is what she called in to the pharmacy anyway. So my choices are enjoy a raw exposed nerve ending in my mouth, or be more wired than a cocaine addict on a 3 day binge. (the office nurse told me if I don't want the Loritab to just take some Motrin instead. Yeah, that will dull the nerve!)

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.

What's Your Bitch? 6th Edition

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Earlier this week I went to the dentist. I haven't seen a dentist since needing to have a wisdom tooth removed. Am I some derelict dipshit who doesn't care about their oral health? Absolutely not. What I am is a mother without dental insurance which means that my kids go to the dentist and I pay cash and that most likely it isn't in the budget for mom and dad to to add to that expense. I have never visited a doctor who says, "Why haven't you been in sooner? What were you doing?" As if you've been on vacation being completely irresponsible, neglecting your health and not taking care of business in general.
But, there I sat with a dentist asking me when the last time I had been seen was. He said, "So what have you been doing the rest of the time?" I could have told him about the kid who had cancer, the income that was destroyed when the economy tanked, or the recent pay cut my husband had to take and the fact that right now I'm dealing with HMO insurance and no dental insurance. Instead I looked him square in the eye and said, "I've been paying cash so my children's teeth could be taken care of."
He smiled, lightly poked me in the arm and said, "I'm only teasing you a little." As if he was making a point but meant to do it in a lighthearted way.

I wanted to say, "What can I say? You can't get blood from a turnip and it's not like there isn't a whole line of jerks who haven't already tried." I also wanted to ask him if they removed his sensitivity gene when they gave him his fancy diploma.

Gee, Dr. Wonderful with your thriving dental practice and the ass loads of patients with awesome benefits - does that preclude you from the news on the economy in general or does it just give you a free pass not to acknowledge it at all?



Can I let you in on a little secret? Promise you won't tell?


When someone says "I'm like an open book, ask me anything you want" it really means "I am going to talk in circles and not tell you anything, and when you call me out on it, I'm going to go apeshit on your ass and make you cry".

I found out that a family member is running background checks on me. Everything that is possible to get done with a warrant, they're doing. On the platform of "getting to know you better". Then they accused me of being a liar, crazy, and having multiple personalities.


What.


The.

FUCK.


I can understand the odd Googling here and there (I even Google myself, just to see what comes up) but to be paying people to sit around and look for me on the Internet? To claim that you've spoken with friends and family and they've spilled everything to you? Seriously, live in your own fantasy world, don't drag the rest of the world into it with you. Because that, my friend, is just sad. Not to mention stupid, since you can bet your paranoid ass I called those same friends and family you said you talked too- and none of them spoke with you.

None.


So don't come up to me on the pretense of being "curious" and "wanting to understand" a damn thing. You're lying, you're manipulative, and you're pissed off that you can't control me anymore.


You're trying to prove you're King of the Hill, when you're not even in the right LZ.


All that has been on my mind lately is the guy that I used to sit by at work getting fired the other day.

He was a nice guy and did his job no worse than half the minions there. He has health issues (as does his wife who just started working there this year) and they've been trying to refinance their house (the note happens to be held by the company we work for) and I know that this is going to devastate them.

They've been scraping pennies to go on a vacation in a week or so and I hope they're still able to go. It's all he'd been talking about since they booked it in the summer. His wife sits by me now and I just feel terrible. I want to say something to her but I don't know what. (If you're caught talking about why someone got fired, then YOU are fired too. That was in the employment contract.)

Today I'm glad that I have a job.


I have a lot to bitch about today. I have something that has me so fired up pissed off that I had to double up on my BP meds today, just to keep from seeing spots. But I'm not at liberty to speak about the actual incident. So I will talk in generals.

People who prey on little children should be taken out and shot. No. They should have their genitals cut off, shoved down their vile nasty mouth, hung up by their feet, beaten with a cane, and publicly humiliated. THEN they can be shot.

Yeah, I am that pissed off.
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