This is a rant! A loud freaking one! Something I normally save for emails or phone calls. But this is a special occasion and it deserves a blog. Because I want a divorce and I am getting one in no uncertain terms. That's right I'm divorcing all of the DH's WORTHLESS family. As of today they no longer are going to be allowed to "F" with my life. I will no longer bite my tongue or hold my opinions to myself.
Why? You might ask after years of dealing with them have I finally had enough! First a little back story so you can see where I'm coming from.
The DH and I had been married for a while. Not once did I hear from his sister or brother. The brother is a worthless thief and crackhead so I really did expect anything from him. In fact, he stole from his brother the day we got married. Then boom we moved into an unfinished house, my dad died unexpectedly and I discovered I was pregnant. So who starts calling me once a month? That's right the SIL. That would be the one that married money at 19 and who has never really worked a job. Someone else has always paid her bills, provided her with nice cars and really nice houses. I'm talking 5 bedroom, 6 car garage, multi-level house with pool and room for a pony nice. I'm saying MC Mansion. That was when she lived here now she is in FL with nice house and yacht. Thank God cause that lessens my chances of running into her and over her with my car.
I'm going to list a few of the more memorably unpleasant times this witch has caused in my life:
During one of her monthly pregnancy checkup calls to me, I asked if she knew if my dad had died. Answer "yep". Nothing else, no "sorry" or anything.
I sent what I thought was a cute picture of my son standing in his gardening clothes with 2 huge carrots he had just pulled out of his garden. SIL calls-"That is the worst picture I have ever seen. How ugly, he looks terrible and those clothes. Oh my......." I cried after I got off the phone.
Searched forever one Christmas to find THE hot toy of the season. Found it and was SO excited that I could give it to my son. SIL shows up a few days before Christmas with the identical toy. I mentioned to her quietly she might have asked if I'd gotten him that. Reply "Oh well" The gift from me was the major part of my Christmas to my son.
The worthless supposedly reformed brother showed up one Christmas and stayed at the SIL. She called to invite us for a lunch. She told me what to bring. We get there and she has ordered pizzas. Her reasoning "I didn't want to have to cook and we are eating in the breakfast room cause the rest of the house is cleaned for Christmas with my family(meaning her husbands)" I kid you not, her words. And I might add the bitch sat on one of the 4 chairs in that room, her formal dining room being clean and all, while 12 people had a choice of the floor or fighting over the remaining chairs. I sat my son on the counter and perched there too and didn't bother to open my food containers.
Fast forward to this one in '07. My Mom died. The bitch calls, OH NO not with condolences, to tell her brother she broke her leg. Her brother tells her about my Mom. She calls back a few days later. With condolences? Are you kidding?! She's calling to make sure she had called to let us know her leg was broken. That was the LAST time I EVER intended to talk to her.
After that her worthless brother floated back in and out of my DH's life. Poor guy, he is the oldest and after his dad committed suicide it fell upon him to help with the care of his siblings so I guess he felt responsible for them. Not that they seemed to care about that. In fact, one of the last times the DH saw his brother he stole money again from him. And then a year or so later left a message on our machine with his phone #. What did he need? Money to pay his property taxes. SERIOUSLY?!!
For those of you that were here for the Nov roundup, you know that at midnight before the big day I got a phone call. From whom? The worthless pot smoking trailer trash skank that the worthless brother had married. She proceeded to curse me out while telling me the BIL had suffered major trauma from a motorcycle accident. GOD BLESS Lora for being here and Brenda for helping me that day. Not only did I have a lot going on but the DH was taking the DS hunting FOR THE LAST time. Poor Lora manned the phone for me that day and despite all it was a WONDERFUL day.
If anyone is curious what became of my BIL after that, well, so was my sister. So she asked because I had already told her I was done with this man and didn't care really what happened to him He'd made his bed years ago. We were surprised he was even out on the motorcycle because he had been arrested for spousal abuse and drugs prior. I knew my husband had talked to his sister afterward. Emphasis on had. All of his worthless brother's friends had called him too. Did he know if his brother was dead or alive. NOPE! Once everyone was done bothering him they stopped calling.
UNTIL THE OTHER DAY! The last few remaining hours I have to spend with my son before the US Navy took possession of him and who F'ng calls. That right! I answer the phone cause it might be the DH he got temporary work and wasn't sure he could get home to take our son to the recruiter. Here is the conversation. "Hello" / Hello, this is J. How are you?/ "OK" Inside I'm screaming ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? /I need to get worthless brother's phone #. I lost my phone and all the contact info/ "Uh, let me look in our phonebook. Nope I don't have it" /Well, have DH call me\ "OK but I don't think he has talked to anyone since last year. I don't know that he knows anything" /Oh, I went to see the brother this summer/ "Well, OK I tell my husband you called. bye"
I'm standing there with the phone in my hand thinking of lots of nasty things to say but what's the point? My kid is leaving and I do not care about these people. The phone rings again. I look at my son and say,"I'm letting the answering machine pick up" He says "who cares"
GUESS WHO?!!!!!!! "This is J again. You were really short with me just now and I don't know why. We have never had cross words and as you well know I have so little family....................."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! I'm trying to delete the message or just make the bitch stop talking cause if I don't I"M GOING TO BREAK THE PHONE. My dear child says,"You got to wait till the dip shit stops talking to delete." I walked away and when there was no more sound coming from the machine I hit delete and then unplugged the phone.
Later after delivering my only child to the Navy I forgot to plug the phone in. So I'm sitting there seriously depleting the Kleenex supply and think what is that noise. Shit!!! It's the phone. Frantically, I tried to plug the phone. Yes, I missed my son's first and only call home for weeks because of 2 utterly worthless people. Ones that have not called and do not call unless they want something.
No, I'm not doing well. I miss my child like I never thought I would. Got his first paragraph home and what is in the first sentence? "Thanks for answering the damn phone guys!"
Is there such a thing as homicidal depression? I think I might have it and it is a damn good thing neither of those worthless self centered self serving people live anywhere near me. God help them if they drop by. I've got a big silver dog who doesn't like Mom upset :)(:
