My life the fiasco
Ok so been at an Extended Stay Hotel for almost a week now. Finally got some internet service..hell yeahz!
Mother in law finally got me two outfits..of course I wouldn't have them now if it were not for the fact that I have to go help her at work due to her broke foot.(better broke than burnt) And she got the kids some clothes and her son, she finally got him a pair of pants and a bag of socks..really..REALLY. Grief.
Not to mention every time we say something about getting more clothes, we get the "Well..Wells Fargo has taken over Wachovia, and I don't even have a clue how much I have in the bank, the insurance people need to send me more money, so we'll just have to wait." FUCK!
The house will have to be gutted, and we will be out of home for two, finding out now maybe three months. I SO do NOT want to be here for Christmas. The insurance company is supposed to go through everything and inventory all that is thrown away. But, it's not the insurance company or the people doing the work that I don't trust. It's my mother and father in law. My father in law, who knows we are on a fixed income, and had planned on using Nov. and Dec. money to get Christmas for our kids, had the balls to look at my mother in law the other day, in front of his son, my husband, my mother in laws ONLY child and say "Well Linda, they get their checks on the first, they can go out and get them some clothes and shoes." So far not only has my husband had to "correct and straighten" them on this, so have I. To which I got "Well Cj has almost every game system on the planet, he don't need any more games." Well video games is like my son's only love, and he has yet to get a PS3 or new Xbox, which most folks have had for 2 or 3 years now already, and we are so NOT letting them fuck this up. That's why insurance is busting her checks, to pay for replacing our fucking clothes so we don't run around half nekkid, looking like street bums. I have such a hard time believing that her insurance and her bank are giving her such a "hard time".
But I'm trying to be patient and not lose my cool with her. Yesterday I got my ass chewed on over 7 fucking dollars. She sent me with my son to go get pizza, we got stuck in rush hour traffic with an accident to boot, so I scooted into McDonald's and got him a burger and my husband a McRib meal, cause he's really not a pizza guy and some things are easier for him to eat than others. So she started in on me with this head weaving/bobbing, hand doing the axe chop on the other and I just told her "ya know what, fuck it, forget it." and walked out. Of course I got as I was leaving a hearty "fuck you and your fucked up attitude." I'm trying soo hard not to be ugly, I swear I am. And I feel really bad about having feelings of and wanting to say to her, "I should have let your shit burn to the ground (or left you in it)." I shouldn't feel like this, this isn't me. The only thing I can think is the combination of my PTSD, the stress of her bullshit about clothes, and the feeling like there is no gratitude with this woman. My husband was right, no matter what you do, or how far you go, nothing is EVER good enough for her to show any gratitude or just good enough period. How such a woman could have such a tenderhearted, wonderful son (yeah he's got his quirks and faults, of course) I will NEVER know.
We are now in the same hotel 4 doors down from each other, still the same set up, my daughter with the in laws, and hubby, me and son in one room. At least we have kitchen facilities now and can actually cook a meal. But still have 15 channels of nothing, and the hotel does not offer and upgrade for $ option either. And Showtime at night is NOT something a 11 year old needs to be watching..too much adult themes.
I just soo can't wait to get back into the house. At least it will be brand new. Hey, mother in law said she wanted new carpet in the living room...hahahahaha.... XD
Mother in law finally got me two outfits..of course I wouldn't have them now if it were not for the fact that I have to go help her at work due to her broke foot.(better broke than burnt) And she got the kids some clothes and her son, she finally got him a pair of pants and a bag of socks..really..REALLY. Grief.
Not to mention every time we say something about getting more clothes, we get the "Well..Wells Fargo has taken over Wachovia, and I don't even have a clue how much I have in the bank, the insurance people need to send me more money, so we'll just have to wait." FUCK!
The house will have to be gutted, and we will be out of home for two, finding out now maybe three months. I SO do NOT want to be here for Christmas. The insurance company is supposed to go through everything and inventory all that is thrown away. But, it's not the insurance company or the people doing the work that I don't trust. It's my mother and father in law. My father in law, who knows we are on a fixed income, and had planned on using Nov. and Dec. money to get Christmas for our kids, had the balls to look at my mother in law the other day, in front of his son, my husband, my mother in laws ONLY child and say "Well Linda, they get their checks on the first, they can go out and get them some clothes and shoes." So far not only has my husband had to "correct and straighten" them on this, so have I. To which I got "Well Cj has almost every game system on the planet, he don't need any more games." Well video games is like my son's only love, and he has yet to get a PS3 or new Xbox, which most folks have had for 2 or 3 years now already, and we are so NOT letting them fuck this up. That's why insurance is busting her checks, to pay for replacing our fucking clothes so we don't run around half nekkid, looking like street bums. I have such a hard time believing that her insurance and her bank are giving her such a "hard time".
But I'm trying to be patient and not lose my cool with her. Yesterday I got my ass chewed on over 7 fucking dollars. She sent me with my son to go get pizza, we got stuck in rush hour traffic with an accident to boot, so I scooted into McDonald's and got him a burger and my husband a McRib meal, cause he's really not a pizza guy and some things are easier for him to eat than others. So she started in on me with this head weaving/bobbing, hand doing the axe chop on the other and I just told her "ya know what, fuck it, forget it." and walked out. Of course I got as I was leaving a hearty "fuck you and your fucked up attitude." I'm trying soo hard not to be ugly, I swear I am. And I feel really bad about having feelings of and wanting to say to her, "I should have let your shit burn to the ground (or left you in it)." I shouldn't feel like this, this isn't me. The only thing I can think is the combination of my PTSD, the stress of her bullshit about clothes, and the feeling like there is no gratitude with this woman. My husband was right, no matter what you do, or how far you go, nothing is EVER good enough for her to show any gratitude or just good enough period. How such a woman could have such a tenderhearted, wonderful son (yeah he's got his quirks and faults, of course) I will NEVER know.
We are now in the same hotel 4 doors down from each other, still the same set up, my daughter with the in laws, and hubby, me and son in one room. At least we have kitchen facilities now and can actually cook a meal. But still have 15 channels of nothing, and the hotel does not offer and upgrade for $ option either. And Showtime at night is NOT something a 11 year old needs to be watching..too much adult themes.
I just soo can't wait to get back into the house. At least it will be brand new. Hey, mother in law said she wanted new carpet in the living room...hahahahaha.... XD
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