1 post tagged “gamestop”

Indeed it is. Today's Andy's birthday. Happy 19th baby! But that's about the only good thing... and even that is tainted with drama. I'm not upset with him like I was last post. No, this feeling is much different. It's... penetrating sadness.

    This past weekend, I spent Friday evening and all Saturday with my grandparents. It was nice. I got to groom my doggies and get a night off from Andy and the kids. The best part was that he was fine with it and didn't throw a bitch fit. Even when I got home past 9 on Saturday night, he was fine. Playing Lego Star Wars with Calvin. We're about to go to bed and he tells me that he has bad news. Apparently while I was gone, his mom brought it upon herself to "clean" the bathroom that I'm responsible. Apparently it was so ghastly that she couldn't stand it, so she had to [supposedly] clean the bathroom, move my shit around in the shower, and change the towel on floor in front of the shower. Apparently I'm not keeping up with my end. Our dishes our uncleaned, our room is always dirty, and the bathroom, was an abomination, that is, until she stepped in and saved the day. Long, saddening story short, his parents had a talk with him, or rather, they talked AT him, and, we have three months to leave. :deep breath: [Ready?]

What the fuck, you cunt?! It was a Friday! You fucking KNEW I wasn't going to be home. You KNEW I wasn't going to be there to defend myself. You are a fucking cowardly bitch, just like your irresponsible prick of a husband. Is there where they'd say "After all the things we did for you?" What, complain, bitch, abandon, alienate, hate, or completely disregard me? But I'm a big girl, I couldn't give a FUCK about you or what you think of me. But how could you treat your oldest son like shit? Like he's some fucked up loser with no future? Goddamn, you have no appreciation for how hard he tries nor do you know how scared he is of you two. It's so sad.

    I can't even comprehend your family's dynamic, but all I know is that I WILL NOT raise my family like you tried to with yours. My children will love me, not fear speaking their minds to me or my husband. The total lack or affection and consideration found in your household won't be found in mine. And no man will ever dominate my life. It was getting that way,  but no more. If you fuck with me, be prepared. It won't be worth it in the end.

Back to the story. With that news hanging over, it hasn't been a happy week. But yesterday was great! We did our school thing, Andy and I, and then we went to the mall [yet again] and it was enjoyable. There was laughing and spending and it was truly fun. I had ordered Andy's birthday gift last week and it was delivered Tuesday, and since we weren't going to be home tonight, I was going to give it to him when we got home.

We got home. I went to Calvin's closet where it was hidden, and it was gone. Wth?
Gone? An envelope with my name on it, gone? What? Where? I didn't understand. I still don't. Why would they take something like that? Why? It had my name on it. It wasn't for them. It was for Andy. It was his gift. I bought it for him. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! DO YOU REALLY FUCKING HATE ME THAT MUCH THAT YOU HAVE TO STEAL MY MAIL? Needless to say, Andy was sad; he was really looking forward to playing his new game [whichever one it was]. I, on the other hand, was a weird mixture of being furious beyond all belief and feeling like I has just been slapped in the face by my grandmother. It was odd. And I didn't like it.

Sigh. And the kicker. When Andy and I got out of the shower this morning, we got in the room, and there was the envelope. The one with his gift in it. The one with my name on it. From gamestop.com. On our bed. Open. God. Damn. Mother. Fuckers.

I hate them. I hate them so much. And no one knows what happened. No one even fucking cared. A package hidden in a closet disappears and all they can say is, "Nu-uh." Well fuck you too.

As you can tell, I'm really having a hard time these days. I've been cursing like a sailor for over a week. It actually started last Wednesday. You know the nasty post below this one? Yeah, last Wednesday. Ugh I don't wanna get into that again.

Tonight is Tegan & Sara and I plan to have a kick ass time. I love them!! And Death Cab is always a nice treat. Ugh. I'm just going to try to calm down. I'm always anxious and nervous and worried and scared. It's time to CHILL.