Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts

Friday Bitch - good thing we are taxed on our bitchyness

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I know that all my bitches recently have been about my mother in law and her impending move, but damn it, that has been my all consuming worry recently. I just cannot believe this woman. She wants... no, she expects my husband to help her financially. She sees it as her god given right to have him support her, and her lazy haven't-worked-in-3-years-no-good-druggie daughter. No matter how often, or in how many ways my husband and myself tell her that we will not be supporting her, and if she wants some help from us, she has to do certain things to help herself, she just does not listen. After many, many times of asking, she finally sent my husband all her financial information. All her income, and all her bills. This woman on disability pays more than $500 a month in credit card bills - and that is just paying interest alone! When my husband told her that she really needs to declare bankruptcy to help make her ends meet each month, she told him that she is just going to stop paying the bills, but she doesn't feel like she is "being lead" to declare bankruptcy, because of what it will do to her credit. REALLY??? But not paying your bills is going to be so much better on her credit???

You girls know I'm trying to do the right thing here. I'm trying to hold my head up and stand by the morals and principles I believe in. But, right now I'm having a tough time not picking up the phone or hopping in the car and getting my hands on a piece of shit who shouldn't be allowed to breathe much less procreate or participate in society. My mother-in-law has terminal cancer. It's in her brain now. Her left arm is paralyzed. She's in a wheelchair. I thank God that she is meticulous about her finances, medical care, and already has all the arrangements made for her inevitable passing. What is she terrified of? Dying alone. She's got a lot of remorse and regret and she's no angel. My husband and I are making arrangements to move her in with us. She might as well live the rest of her time surrounded by family because with the obvious exception of my own mother and a few others - no one deserves to die alone, uncared for. Today she called my brother-in-law. He's been gone for 8 or 9 years. I haven't seen my nephew since he was three. I've never met his two other children. But, I understand their life has not been easy because my brother-in-law is an abusive, sociopathic, religious zealot and if he had the brains that somehow Fred Phelps had managed to get a hold of - he'd be just as bad as that hate-mongering church is. He called her back. He was cruel. He offered no comfort, no compassion, nothing. Sad thing is that if he thought for a moment he might inherit a penny he'd have kissed her ass from here to kingdom come. But, she doesn't and being the good little Christian he is - he turned his back on her. He had twisted reasons. He's sick. And, he's going to have the rudest wake-up call when he hits the pearly gates. If not sooner when his own children abandon him pissing himself in a rest home. I hope I can get pictures or video. Sick bastard. Nope, as usual asshole. I'll step up with your brother and I'll take care of it all and I'll take it on and I'll clean up the mess - just like I did when your father died and you hung around long enough to grab anything of value so you could sell it. I'm just glad your pathetic backward wife doesn't want the furniture.




I... almost feel guilty for bitching. I've got the usual (perverts, debt, exhusband being a douchebag), but nothing that won't correct itself (except for the exhusband part). Nothing major, nothing with illness, nothing with people expect things from me that I won't, or can't, give them.

Friday Bitch: 9th Edition

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I'd like to bitch about the cruel hand of fate or the bitter bite of shit that is irony. Specifically, the fact that when cancer couldn't quite take my kid, it decided to take my cat. I'm sorry... I know, railing against cancer is so stylish it's almost out of style. While I should probably post some ribbon in some gastronomic distress causing hue... I've got nothing but a multi-colored cat hair on my nightgown and an extra eerie quiet in my house that will never again be obliterated by the same voice.

Excuse me, I need another martini.


People, I’m bitchless. I know some of you all have had totally a craptastic week and I can’t find anything to bitch about in light of that.
I drank a metric ton of coffee yesterday and I still can't think this morning. Or blink. And I have a killer headache. This feels kind of weird to not be pissed about something....maybe I should drink coffee in obscene amounts more often.

I’m sure I’ll be full of bitchy goodness soon.




I am now without bitch. I had the usual stupid people at work bitch, but that's "usual".

I just got a peek at my savings account this morning, the one where I stuff every single red cent that isn't marked for a bill (or shipping, as this is the holiday season), because I'm going to be moving across the country yet again before the infamous 2012 rolls around.


I have almost $600 in there. Which might not sound like much to you. But when my paychecks are less than $300/week, and my rent alone is a week and half's worth of work, I was fucking thrilled.

I might have had a small orgasm when I saw that number.


Every bitch I had right then died on my lips because that is a gift horse that I will not look in the mouth.


(And every thing I've got to bitch about is nothing compared to losing a beloved pet. This one belongs to Charlotte.)


Charlotte does indeed win this weeks Bitch. Nothing can top loosing a beloved pet. I had a bitch all lined up to, but my issue seems petty compared to the hurt of my friend.

So instead I am going to stand arm in arm with my fellow bitches and rail at the Fates who snipped the life thread of a sweet cat who did not deserve to go so soon.