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leaving my family

cupcake — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 18:51:29 CST

i hate being a mother of two I had to give up my career. it sucks my husband gos off to work smiling while im stuck in the house with a 2 year old and a one month old who keeps me up all night. I have lost weight because i dont have time to eat. i look at my friends facebook pages they look good having fun they have kids. My husband says it will get better but fuck when will it get better. i know when it will get better as soon as i go back to work im leaving and paying child support im getting my life back. Until someone walks in my shoes they dont know shit. I went to the doctor and got the morena but since my husband made me have this second baby and i told him we were better off with one he will never taste this kitty cat again. im so done with sex i dont care if he go off and have sex with some one else. iim so bored being married to him we dont do shit its so many guys who hit me up on face book asking to take me out . crazy thing about it i would be like no before but this time im going why not cheat aleast i would have fun. plus i can move on

Stuck in hell 'til I finish my degree

Anonymous — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 06:46:03 CST

Alright, first thing's first: I'm not the proverbial angry 17 year old who wants his parents to treat him like an adult because legal adulthood is only a few months away, nor am I the eternal college student who is going to school part time on his parents dime, partying and refusing to get a job. I'm 21, almost 22, paying my own way through college, and living at home because my parents, as long as I can remember, have told me that I would be welcome at home as long as I was either going to school full time (in which case I would not have to pay rent, although my college tuition was another story), or fresh out of college and trying to earn enough money to put a deposit on an apartment (in which case I would have to pay a minimal amount of rent.) The problem is, because I am not completely financially independent (apparently going to school full time isn't enough for them -- although it wasn't in my Sophomore year, either, when I was going full time /and/ working a job for 10-20 hours a week depending on how many hours my boss had assigned me and how many other employees' shifts I was able to cover for when they had to take a day off for whatever reason), they are incapable of seeing me as an adult.

What's more, my mother is incapable of accepting that sometimes I have a different opinion than her. She has taken to slapping me when I yell back after she escalates into a screaming match what was a peaceful conversation until I started talking about ideas that she disagrees with. This in a family that was very much devoted to the ideals of the first amendment throughout my childhood -- and when the ideas that I disagree with her on are things like professional codes of ethics prohibiting word getting out that said professionals are actually human, and while they may be held to a higher standard than most people, that standard can no longer be so high that the only way anybody can reach it is to live a dual life, impossibly perfect in public, surprisingly human (though not necessarily /bad/ -- just human) in private. The internet alone would have been enough to kill that paradigm; social networking sites have dug up the corpse, brought it back as a zombie, and put it down a second time. Yet the official line from the people in charge of teaching about and working with those codes of ethics is "if you can do it, don't have any social networking accounts. If you can't, lock 'em down and then sanitize both your posts and your own friends list to avoid getting fired." And she gets mad when I start talking about just how demonstrably /wrong/ this is. Yeah, that makes sense.

At any rate, I was able to begrudgingly accept this while I still had yet to move out of the house. My first couple of years of college weren't exactly pleasant -- I took on as many hours as possible at work just so I could get out of the house, and I made every effort I could to stay on campus for school, because I had friends there who didn't get angry at me for wanting to spend time enjoying myself instead of spending every spare minute cleaning a house that somehow never gets clean -- but I only knew what it was like not to have controlling parents from what I had observed of my friends. It was when I finished my associate's degree, and moved on to university that I realized how wonderful it was to live in a place where yes, I may have had some responsibilities, but I also had a lot of freedom, and, importantly, I was the equal of the people sharing my living space, rather than their subordinate. When I came back home for my final internship, which is supposed to be the last part of my degree before I actually go out and get a job, the trouble really began. While I don't expect my parents to treat me as their absolute equal when I'm eating their food rent free, I can't believe it would kill them not to see every little bit of resistance to their absolute authoritarian control as me being a rebellious teenager, or worse, a petulant child.

My mother loves to go on guilt trips about how when she was my age, she had already been married for several years, and how I don't even have a job. When I reply with the (valid) point that I'm in a catch 22 situation where I have no car because I have no job, and no job because I have no car (rural area, the bus line doesn't run out this far, and I was only able to hold down the job I had my sophomore year because it was at the college I was attending), she and dad both get angry at me for what they see as always finding a way to pin the blame for my problems on them. Mom is the one who get's pissed at me at the drop of a hat. Dad is generally reasonable, but he always backs her up, never me, and it really makes him angry if I do anything that either one of them see as "disrespecting" the mother who refuses to respect me enough to let me have my own bloody opinions. It is so frustrating to be in this situation, and to not even have anyone I can vent to about it -- because, you see, if I'm home long enough for this to be an issue, it mean's I'm actually at home, where my primary means of communication with my friends is Facebook. My mom and sister are both on my Facebook friends list, and even if I were to block them from seeing it, I'd have to block pretty much anyone who might have a chance of bringing it back to them. Get the idea? That's why I'm typing this here, instead of telling someone I trust. There is literally nobody I can tell this to. They're either too far away for me to tell them in person, or family from an older generation where it was possible to move out at 18 and make a better living (in real dollars) than I'm likely to make after getting my freakin' bachelor's degree, and that's in a field where the degree actually leads to a job, instead of just another degree or two.

And I mentioned cleaning earlier. For my entire life, the only time I've ever been allowed to sleep past 10:00 in the morning was if I was sick or if my parents had just randomly decided that they were going to let me sleep in -- which happened about two or three times a year. More often than not, they start screaming at me to get out of bed somewhere between 8:30 and 9:30 (this is all on days when I had no school or work, either during the Summer, on a holiday, or during the weekends/my day off from work (when I was working on Saturdays during the Summer between my Sophomore and Junior year of college.) Why did they make me do this? To clean the house. You see, we have a house that was reasonably sized when it was built almost 30 years ago, during a time when people had less stuff cluttering up the place. By today's standards, it's actually sonewhat small. As a result, it never stays clean for more than an hour or two; there's just more of everything than there is a place for it, so everything is rarely in its place. So we spend every waking moment trying to get this place clean, or if it is clean, embarking on some home improvement task that may need doing, but not at the expense of ever having free time that isn't associated with an away-from-the-home vacation, like a trip to the beach or a camping trip (which is a brief, once a year affair; vacations are nice, but knowing how to relax when you can't physically get away is a lot more important to avoiding a stress triggered stroke or heart attack than taking the occasional vacation is.). It got even worse after coming home from College. Because my internship proper starts a week after everyone else had gone back to school or work, my parents actually told me that they expect me to put in as many hours cleaning the house as the rest of the family does outside of the house. Nevermind the fact that two hours or so a day is all it needs, and those two hours have no reason to be first thing in the morning aside from my parents not wanting to see it when they get home (odd thing about cleaning the house: it may not stay clean, but one person can get all of the communal space in the house clean in about two hours, if he isn't spending so much time being nagged that he can't actually work. Four people can do it even more quickly, but good luck ever getting all four of us to actually do housework at the same time.)

And you know what the worst part of all of this is? My parents think I'm an absolute lazy bum, just because I make worse grades in college as a student who actually has friends and enjoys spending time with them, let alone doing anything for fun on my own, than my mother, who as a non traditional student spent literally all of the time that she wasn't driving one of her children someplace studying,, and made straight A's as a result. She actually started making fun of me when I made my first /B/, let alone when I failed a class that I knew from the second week I couldn't handle that term, but was stuck with because the State legislature changed my main scholarship so that I had to pay back the tuition on any class I dropped after the first week, and I didn't realize until it was too late that I needed to drop it. And yes, I have a problem with procrastination. It's a result of a guilt complex I'm going to eventually have to go to therapy for, because as a small child I learned that I got punished less if I avoided doing something I didn't want to by doing essentially nothing than I did if I got caught doing something I actually wanted to, like playing a videogame or watching Tv. Even though I recognize this is what's going on, I've internalized it to the point that I can't just stop doing it, and as a result, I waste a lot of my time, doing neither what I have to do nor what I want to do, just aimlessly surfing the web or puttering around the house.

Getting back on topic, the go-to threat from my mother is (and has been since I was 16, her selective memory to the contrary) to kick me out of the house, which at 16 would have involved moving in with my Grandma (who lives on social security and for a good chunk of my life hasn't even had a car), and today would leave me homeless (because, you see, that's the situation I'm in right now. Grandma moved to another state a while back, although she wants to come back sometime soon, so If they kick me out, I get to be homeless and not only work my way up from being penniless and carless in a rural area, I'll actually be starting with less than nothing, because of my student loan debt, which is minimal compared to most students [I've only taken out loans for room and board, with the possibility of using my loans from this term to buy a junker so I can finally get some freedom], but still makes it impossible for me to support myself if I get kicked out of the house before I finish my degree.) I feel completely trapped, with the only light at the end of the tunnel being the hope that I get a job upon graduation, and manage to get an apartment, and I don't even care if it's a shithole at this point; I seriously doubt having a place to myself can be worse than what I've got right now, no matter how rough the neighborhood is. And I have to say, writing this has been the most therapeutic thing I've ever done. It just makes me sad that I can't say any of this to my parents' faces until after I'm on my own and able to support myself, for fear of making them mad enough to wind up with me homeless. Even posting it here, completely anonymous, is a risk. But I had to write it, and I couldn't just delete something I'd poured my heart into like this. I can't keep a copy on my computer (again, because I'm afraid of what would happen if they ever found this), but I hope others in my situation see this and realize they aren't alone, because I know I sure as hell feel like it sometimes, especially when the advice I see for others in a similar situation pretty much boils down to "man up, get a job, and quit mooching off your parents." If this is mooching, especially in this economy, I'd hate to hear what people like that call people who live on welfare, instead of, you know, going to college and trying to get a job that allows them to be independent of their parents.

My fucking DAD.

Anonymous — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 06:52:15 CST

I fucking Hate my dad! I promise if you keep reading this isn't one of those "Oh No My Dad Won'T Buy Me An iPHONE" things. This is a legitimate rage. He cheated on my mom for 6 fucking years! (She didn't know until they got divorced). We lived in Brooklyn until I was 10 and that asshole moved us all to fucking Colorado. I Fucking Hate It Here. Then a month after we moved here, he said "I never I wanted kids anyway, I'm moving in with my fiancee" What? That dumb fuck moved us to this hell hole to die!

Before he left, my mom had her own business (She owned a maid business) and all the money she made, she put all the money in her account, which his name was nowhere near. His friend worked at the bank, which my mom did not know, and my dad paid him so that he could take every fucking dime ($25K!). So my mom didn't have money to pay her employees, but shit for her business, or keep the office open, so she had to close her fucking business and we were evicted and had to live with her bitch sister for Two Fucking Years.

I had a good fucking life, but that asshat ruined it! Now my mom has terrible credit because of her business so we have to live in a shit hole apartment where all the damn junkies live and she can't get a job because of her seizures (She didn't have them before all this but it's a long story), so my family of three lives on My minimum wage job. I'm not even 16 yet, so I can't do any better than minimum wage.

Once they were divorced, he was ordered by the court to give back her entire $25k (Never happened), $40k from his business (He's an It guy, he makes a $212k salary), and $2,000 a month in child support and alimony. He does None of these things! He hasn't called any of us in more than 2 years. My brother is only 8, he shouldn't have to deal with this shit!

My dad supports his 26-year-old step daughter who has had every fucking thing handed to her her entire life. At 14 I got a job and I've supported my family ever since. And though it may sound like it, this rage isn't really about the money. It's that he lets his own kids live in poverty even though he has the means to help out. It's that he cares about someone else's kid more than his own. But most of all, he lets his 8-year-old cry himself to sleep at night because his dad doesn't love him. I fucking love my brother, and he doesn't deserve this!

I'm sure this will be bombarded by comments from you people (I've been on this site a long time), but I don't care. I just need someone to listen. I need someone else's opinion. I'm sure I'm not the only one who realizes that he's the scum of the universe... Right?

my step-mum is a cunt.

Anonymous — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:47:13 CST

i absolutly fucking hate my cunty ass evil bitch of a step mum. my actual mum died when i was 10, then my dad met this bitch on the internet and got married, then she moved in to our house.

She constantly blames everything on me, shes ruining/ruined my relationship with my father. i swear he doesnt love me anymore, the sooner i can move out and go to uni the better. She maakes things up and tells my dad lies so i get into trouble. as soon as i move out she wants to sell the house that we are currently in (the house which my mum chose) just so she can get some money .

Ive thought about killing myself just to escape this hell hole. but i feel as though i need to prove to myself that i can be a good dad, and that i can love and provide for my kids like i haven't had in a good 7 years. fuck.

Cocksucker of the Year

Anonymous — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 08:10:49 CDT

My father-in-law is visiting from India.

This should be enough to say that people knows what this means. But more is needed to be said. This is it. He is going thru ever single things in my house. Takeing stuff he wants to take back in his luggage. Dosent matter what it is if belongs to me or my kids or even his daughter my wife. He just placed it in his luggage and said "I am takeing this."

He is also removing pictures from walls. And alos jammed the computer up very well by using it without knowing how to use it. And the Tv remote and Dvd. Also he fucked it up very well in the kitchin. Leaving messes all over ever thing. And burned the microwave and left the door to the refrigarater open and all the food is shit now.

So for all his effort I am giving him this award of Cocksucker of the Year. Everyone voted him.

Girlfriend's son AKA worthless fucktard

aevum031 — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 16:40:40 CDT

Fucking kid is 17 going on 18 and doesnt do shit but play his PS3 all fucking day. I dont have anything against video games, shit I play them too. Thing is I have my shit together, on the other hand he barely passed highschool, doesnt have, nor has ever had, a job and seemingly has no plans to get one. He doesnt have a license let alone a fucking permit. He's ungrateful as shit and expects the world and bitches if he's asked to do anything in return. Help around the house? Fat fucking chance. He cant even do something simple such as throw away his fucking hot pocket wrapper in the trash can 3 feet away from the fucking microwave. Instead lets leave it on the counter, so someone else can do it. That makes sense. Fucking cunt. Dont even get me started on his fucking pets. Instead of taking 20 minutes of his precious time to walk his retarded fucking dog he lets it shit all over the fucking house and doesnt clean up after it. When he does take it outside, he puts it on the deck. Guess what it does on the deck? It shits. Who the fuck does that kind of third world bullshit.

I've been with my girlfriend for almost two years now and she expects me to say shit to her lazy ass kid. Thats the problem, hes not a fucking child anymore and shouldnt need someone to hound his ass to do the most mundane things. Why the fuck do I even stick around for this shit. The whole reason he acts the way he does is because mommy will catch his ass before he falls. Fucking pussy, let your bitch made son fall on his fucking face for some perspective. If it was my son I wouldnt put my foot down, Id put my foot up his fucking ass.

i hate my mother

Anonymous — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 14:14:26 CDT

Its strange because when I was younger - like very small child age I used to adore my mum. I have an older brother and when my mother married my step father we al lived together as a family in scotland. It wasnt before long that my fathers job in the naval fleet took his toll on him and he started physically abusing us. He used to beat us hard, even as a 5 year old my youngest memories are of abuse. My mother never stopped him, or at least not that I can remember and this continued for a good 13 years. She never once stood up for me or my siblings as another brother came along later. She decided to leave my stepdad and move back to scotland as we were living in the usa at the time. This is when our relationship really started t deteriorate. She simply did not care. Sent me to a shit school and never bothered with my progress. Living with my father I was a straight a principles list student. Over the years that followed she moved further away emotionally. I remember when I fell pregnant at 16 and was going through an abortion I had to beg her for a hug. I was so fucked up. I really hate her for all the hurtful things she said. called me fat and told m it was for my own good because she knew that I could be thin and great and better than what I was than fat?? She is a fat fucking lazy bitch who immediately stopped working as soon as she started getting government hand outs. She stopped setting an example and instead stayed at home as she was minding my new little brother who care after we came back to theuk, but from my stepdad. She used to get high on weed everynight and once dabbled in heroin. She loves her coke too. She recently said she hated her father because he was so miserable but at least she and i could put a straw u our nose and get a laugh? chemical induced love doesnt count with me for much. Shes embarrases me, I could never introduce anyone to her. She admitted once that it was all about what she could get. Money, power, attention, hand outs. She tried to rip my friend off selling him a chipped cable box from my uncle by bumper the price up in the transfer. needless to say my friend said no in the end because he knew he was getting played. All she cares about is smoking and playing online bingo. She doesnt take an interest in anything that is going on in my life and shows mild enthusiasm if I am happy or if things are going well for me. I talked to one friend about how she treats me and he said - its almost as if she enjoys it. and im starting to beleive it. I think I have to cut her out of my life entirely because im 30 years old now and Im at a stage now where my happiness and mental heath is more important that having any sort of relationship with her. Im out of the nest and have been for a good ten years. I hate visiting her. She lives in a dosshole because she doesnt want to pay for a private let and this means my little brother has to stay there too. i feel so sorry for him because i know he must be ashamed in front of his friends. I know I was when I used to live in another dosshole with her back i the day. I used to lie to people about where i lived because i was so embarrased. shes is a self pitying bitch and as much as i hate to admit it, i have picked u that trait from her over the years and it has been very difficult for me to shed this. cow, uncultured, trashy skank. Has the cheapest handbag I have ever seen in my life and when she found out my new italian boyfriend owns shoes and bag shops in italy she like - oh tell enricho to send me a new bag. She hasnt even met him and she never will. She even lies to herself in order to accept that fact that her life and where she has ended up is shit. as i am riting this i really hope that I dont end up like her. bitter and twsted and selfish and greedy and emotionallly detatched.

Why are men so stupid??!!!!!

Arenaria — Tue, 31 May 2011 18:57:43 CDT

Ok, so my husband reads some article that you can use vinegar to polish chrome. I have gallon jugs of the cheap white vinigar. I come home today and he is using my $25 dollar bottle of aged Medina Balsamic vinegar to polish the hubcaps on his fucking truck! Wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am a piece of shit.

Anonymous — Fri, 27 May 2011 08:01:16 CDT

I can't do shit but listen to my father who is calling me a complete piece of shit because I cant get a fucking job and fails to get into a school that he can take pride in. I am a lazy mother fucker who just sits at home waiting for something good to come to me. I dont expect god to give me anything, but at least I hope hes not fucking trying to screw me over and give me the job that Im way overqualified for. Instead, I'm just shitting myself trying to get something done at home.... waiting,just waiting.....

~Dreamer

my slutty sister.

Anonymous — Sat, 21 May 2011 02:46:02 CDT

youre annoying. i dont want to be close with you. i dont care about anything you say. i know your a liar and a hypocrite. lying doesnt cover up your lies retard. just dont talk to me. and your not cool, btw. nobody likes you. use common sense, whore. im not the slut you are. im done.

On the verge of killing my mom

Anonymous — Tue, 17 May 2011 03:12:11 CDT

My mother is a fucking cunt who needs to fucking die. In my 23 years of Hell on this stupid planet, I have never met a woman who deserved to die a brutal and bloody death more than her. She is a vile, self-centered, obnoxious, fat, lazy, manipulative, tyrannical, retarded cunt who has pretty much ruined my life. I have tried my hardest most of my life to keep myself from killing her, hitting her or just telling her off. I can't take it anymore.

I hate my dad

Anonymous — Sun, 08 May 2011 01:05:08 CDT

He's the biggest hypocrite I know. For years he's spent all his free time sitting on his ass and watching youtube while the TV runs in front of him and he yells at me for waisting power.

He yells at me and throws fits when I leave garbage lying around, even though our living room table is littered with his trash.

For years he's told me that I don't get any excercise and that I sit on my ass all day, despite taking part in competitive rowing year round. As I've said, all he does is sit around on youtube anyway, so who's he to talk?

Since as long as I can remember he's screamed at me for eating with my mouth open or making any sort of noise when I eat. I've stopped now, and I've also noticed that he eats like a slob.

Just yesterday my mom asked me to clean a virus off of her computer that my dad had put on. I asked him how he'd got the virus on, and he told me that my video games were putting viruses on her computer (I have my own, and my dad constantly hogs my mom's laptop anyway).

He's leaving for a three week trip tomorrow, and I'm happy as hell because I don't have to deal with that fucker for almost an entire month. I'm tired of his bullshit. I hope he stays on his trip for a few extra months.

Worthless Bitch Sister-In-Law

Anonymous — Sat, 07 May 2011 02:05:17 CDT

Usually, I don't post rages here about stupid asshole family members. But today, I just have to vent this shit.

My worthless bitch sister-in-law has bankrupted my pussy-whipped brother-in-law - AGAIN!!!

This is the second bankruptcy in ten years. The big difference is last time, they walked away scot free with a clean slate (except for his ruined credit and his good name turned to shit). This time around, the Federal bankruptcy court said "No joy." about walking away from the debts. They made my brother-in-law start a three year payment plan that'll leave him no cash for anything even resembling a good time. He won't even be able to rent a fucking video on Netflix with the repayment amount they take DIRECTLY OUT OF HIS PAYCHECK each week.

On top of the payback, his credit is STILL RUINED because of the bankruptcy. Son of a bitch!

Last time, before the fucking ink was dry on his last bankruptcy paperwork, Worthless Bitch goes out and fills out all those applications for credit that these jerk off credit card companies send the recently bankrupt. She signed his name and managed to get another THIRTY FUCKING CARDS!!!

WTF? How does she not realize that charging these up to the max PLUS the payments my brother-in-law has taken from his paycheck by the government adds up to EXTREEEEEM POVERTY?????

The crux of the matter is that this worthless bitch just cannot admit that she is a FUCKING SHOP-A-HOLIC!!! She has no sense of self worth and the only time she feels good is when some bitch in some expensive store is sucking up to her to get her to buy more shit!

I don't feel sorry for my brother-in-law and I certainly don't feel sorry for the worthless bitch. They had to go to credit counseling sessions per the government making it a requirement. He went - he who, until he met her, never had any credit card except a gas card. She begged off with a fucking headache and never attended a single session yet. Maybe she has shopping withdrawal or some shit. Anyway, if he won't make her accept her part of their current situation, there's no hope for him.

Now they are late on their rent - he got forclosed on his house last winter - and they want to move in with me! All I can say to her is 'GO TO HELL. GO DIRECTLY TO HELL. DO NOT PASS MALL. DO NOT SPEND ANOTHER $200.00!!! YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!!!"

I know this is a long post, but I needed to get all this venom out of my system. Thanks for your patience if you read this whole sorry shit mess.

I hate my FUCKING brother

bleachradio10 — Wed, 04 May 2011 02:05:04 CDT

I hate my fucking brother! he curses and calls me everything in the book and im already emotionly unstable and I just want to choke him or smash his head in but I cant do that because mother cunt comes in and saves him. She sees nothing wrong with him even when he yells at her and I try to get her to yell or ground him, at least do something but noooo if I do that then he wont be the perfect 'son' more like living shit from hell. God I wish I was eighteen and if he tries to be a little tuff asshole to me one more time, Im going to punch his face in!

My mom's a fucking retard! She thinks she knows everything!

Anonymous — Tue, 03 May 2011 05:36:35 CDT

my mom's so fucking stupid she acts like since she's a parent she earned some fucking degree of knowing everything motherfucking thing. i try to do me fucking nice, i got anger problems i tell her ass to sign me up but she fucking never does. and ive been trying to do better ive been really angry since my girlfriend broke up with me. i never was angry while i was with her. but now im just so pissed all the time because i have to hear my moms bull shit every fucking day. and she doesnt acknowledge that im trying to do better. every motherfucking time we get into an arguement she tries to make herself look like the victim. i hate this house the onyl reason i'm here is because i feel bad for her, she should feel relieved that i didnt leave this fucking house my own grandma doesnt want to be here because of my moms issues. my mom wont let her own motherfucking homeless brother live here with us especially now when we have no body in the spare room. like wtf he's never here only to sleep. she's jsut too fucking stubborn that she doesn't want anyone living here except me and my grandma. she wont let me uncle live here because he doesnt have a job. she tries to do the stupidest fuckign thing and threaten him to get a job at mcdonalds or some dumb ass shit. who wants to work at mcdonalds. hes doing college, and is trying to get a job in his career zone. like mcdonalds is gonna pay some fucking bills. and the day i broke up with my ex girlfriend she told me to promise i would never punch shit, because i had issues with my mom and i told her that i was punchign walls and all this shit. and i did promise and i want to keep it because it's a positive thing. but my mom makes it so fucking hard every day. like on sunday. i got 50 $ i wanted to buy this protein shake. that is like 51.99 with some tax. ok i got my money at first i wasnt gonna go because my mom wouldnt wait but i managed to get ready in time. im like yeah sure ill go grocery shopping with my mom and help her, as long as i get this shake. she says i can pick out food, so i pick out liek 6 cans of tuna cereal. and when we get out i put away everything im beign nice the whole fucking time. and this is where i knew what was gonna happen. we stop infront of gnc and im like are you coming? and shes like no just go in and buy it, i told her i nee dlike 4-5 dollars for tax and she says "blah blah blah i dont got money for that kind of stuff" and i was just so pissed i wanted to bust this fucking window next to me. i coulda returned the fucking tuna and got that shit i woulda but shes to ignorant. and some even stupider shit happened today, i told her i need to use her credit card to activate my game, it wasnt gonna cost any money. it says on the thing, you need a credit card to activate it, if you dont wish to pay the recurring month you have the option to cancel later on, and she thinks its gonna fucking charge her shes so stupid. it says not until after to 30 days will it charge her. shes so stupid she says oh i know these things already, i had experience shes so stupid she wont listen to what i want to tell her, she wont fucking look, and i wanted to punch something so bad and i dont know what kept me from not doing it.

MY MOM IS A BITCH

Anonymous — Sun, 01 May 2011 03:07:23 CDT

my mom is such a bitch it is unbelievalbe. the fucking crap she pulls makes me want to punch a hole through the god damn wall! she gives unfair punishments and grounds me just so she can fucking see me while my social life continues to suffer. i see her fucking 6 days of the week! i fucking deserve a night to go out with friends! FUCK MY MOM AND FUCK HER STUPID ASS CONSEQUENCES I WILL BE OUT OF THIS GOD FORSAKEN HELL WHOLE IN 2 YEARS AND I WILL NEVER LOOK BACK FUCK THIS STUPID CUNT!

CALL ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE

KING SoulTaker 6 — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 02:24:52 CDT

I was checking my email earlier, and there were two from my mom, the 1st being the Obituary of her last living brother, my Uncle, who died yesterday after suffering a massive stroke on Sunday.

The 2nd, also from Mom, was a "mea culpa" of sorts, aplogizing for sending out the Obit without letting me know 1st that he'd even had a stroke, let alone died.

WTF??? While technology is a wonderful thing, this is the 3rd time in under 6 months I've been blindsided by finding out that someone in the Family has died courtesy of the fucking internet.

Jesus fucking Christ, keeping in touch via Facebook, email, etc is fine for regular shit, but when someone kicks it a fucking phone call would be nice.

Goddamn...

~Angry and stunned (again) in the ROYAL House of wondering who's next I'm going to have to delete from my contacts list Blues~

I am starting to think that I hate my husband

Anonymous — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 01:26:42 CDT

I meet my present husband 7 years ago together we have 2 kids and I have 5 from my highschool sweetheart, he has a outside child that was conceived after we met but we were broken up at the time, not even 2 months may I add and then we get back together and here is this whore, screaming she is pregnant when she knew we would be right back together but ok on with the story. Before we were married our life was like a fantasy but after I found out I was pregnant with my now 4 year old daughter he proposed and we set the date, they day was the beginnning of the end of happily ever after, all we do is argue, it has gotten to the point were I hate to look at him sometimes, he is either on damn xbox 360, at the court or sleeping and he only get 2 days off so if he is not at work he is with his friends playing ball or on the game. His mother is the bitch from down under she never liked me from the beginning, she is the type of mom that acts like she wants to sleep with her son, she whiches his every move calls all day and wants to know what and where he is at all times. sometimes I want to run his ass over but the fear of losing my children and going to jail stops me. dont get me wrong I love him sometimes and feel like i can never leave with out him but that is some of the times most of the times like now I hate the ground he walks on and wouldnt spit on him if he was laying on the highway in flames, he just is not the person I married and if it wasnt for the kids I would leave him but I don't want to be a single mother, then I think well maybe if I had a male friend to talk to and make me feel special the way he use to make me fell but, I just cant do it, everytime I make up my mind to call a old friend or hang out with the girls my mind says your married and all of that is the past but I am just so fed up with all the drama from his mother and his sorry ass I am about to explode. sorry I am so upset right now I forgot to use proper grammer smh

dear critics

Anonymous — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 19:06:26 CDT

your a piece of shit if you think you can critcize me without looking at yourself. Hey dumshit, how about you go look in the fucking mirror. At least be fucking constructive and helpful you worthless turd stupid whore bitch

I have never disliked anyone as much as my step daughter....

Anonymous — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 07:31:10 CDT

My husband and I have been married for ten years and together for 11. When we married I had two children from my first marriage and he had two children from his first marriage. For the first seven of those years we only spent very limited times with his kids because we were military and traveled often and lived in different states. We did however have my two boys from a previous marriage all the time. During those times there weren't any issues.

However, four years ago my husband retired from the military and we moved to the city where his kids lived so that he could be closer to them. The biggest mistake of my life. Up until the time that we moved here my husband was the most loving, caring and wonderful husband. He would tell me that I was the most important person in his life (second to God). We were best friends and loved life.

He has a son and a daughter. Starting four years ago it became obvious that he clearly treats my children badly. I had nothing to compare it to until we had to deal with all four. He will not raise his voice and temper with his kids. While he will scream, threaten and freak out on mine. His children get what I call 'nice little pep talks', that haven't seen to help one bit. His daughter is the biggest thorn in my ass. They visit every other weekend. She is by far the most selfish person I've ever met. She will walk into the living room walk right past me with no word at all ...no hello....nothing. She texts and is on facebook 24/7 but can't seem to find the time to tell me Happy Birthday, Happy Mothers Day, my two sons Happy Birthday or my husband any of the above. A couple of weeks ago she came over and within 20 minutes asked us for $275 for a drivers ed course for the summer because she wants to take it with her boyfriend. This is a course that will be free when she returns to school in August. She then made a collage of family for facebook, while at our home, entitled "people I absolutely could not live my life without". None of us were on the collage...not me, her own FATHER, or step brothers. But her mom, stepdad and stepkids from his family were. This upset my husband and that upset me because I hate when she shows such lack of caring. Many other members of the family started posting comments on facebook stating that they were hurt because she didn't involve this person or that person. It was mostly the people she lives with daily and pretty much all of her friends. After my husband explained to her how this could and does hurt others she wasn't phased one bit. She was giggling around the house the rest of the night. I was so upset that she's so insensivite. The only thing that seems to matter to this girl is material things. All she talks about is name brands and what she can and will get. Her mother is the same way. She'll get a $100 bill from my Mom for Christmas and only call and tell her thanks when her dad has to get onto her about it for months. Months later is not the same as telling someone thanks within a few weeks of getting a gift. And thats when she even had the decency to say thank you to someone. I don't want her coming over. I told him that and of course his stance is that even though she is like she is he still wants her to come over. I'm so digusted with her that I literally don't want to even see her face. I've tried to explain to her dad that the more he defends her unacceptable behaviur the more it makes me dislike her. She doesn't acknowledge my existence. My sons both love my husband, their step dad very much. One of my sons is in college and calls my husband everyday. My other son had a classmate just recently lose his mother and he came home and told us that if anything every happened to me that he would want to live with my husband, his step dad. Even though he really loves his dad, he said his step dad is more like his real dad.

It is seriously putting us on the verge of divorce. I feel like by letting her get away with what she does and forcing her upon me is putting me over the edge. After they come over for a weekend we usually fight about it for two weeks and then its time for them to come over and it all start over again. He will not parent them but will get onto mine constantly. I'm crying myself to sleep everynight. I was always taught in church that when a man marries a woman they become one, they are not to let no other come before them. I strongly feel like he should not be letting his daughter, who has no respect for him, come between us either.

We had a wonderful marriage until they've come into the picture and now I don't know how to save it. We live in a southern mentality town so I feel like most counselers around here and basically going to tell me to suck it up and get over it. I understand that he wants to see his kids but at what expense to our marriage. How do you seriously save what could maybe be great marriage again one day from ending because of a kid?

Please help - I'm desperate.