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My Life In Surreal Colors
2016-06-10 13:50:07 (UTC)

These Bitches...

...just keep testing me.
You were both supposed to be my friends.
In fact had I not introduced the two of you, you wouldn't know each other. But since one of you wants to be sticking her nose where it doesn't belong let me put a few things out there.

Want to know why I REFUSE to bring my child back to this hellhole?
Because the deal that was made when we moved in got shoved out the window when Brittney started bringing home Chase. The guy she told us she "wanted nothing to do with". And then it turned into "he gets me weed" and then somehow he was living here and not having to pay a fucking dime for anything. But that didn't matter because Brittney was getting free weed and dick. Which, by the way, when you have roommates ESPECIALLY a pregnant one who gets up multiple times a night to pee, take the sex from the couch to the bedroom. But I was the bad guy because I had an issue with the fact that the only time he moved off the couch was to make a mess cooking or to go get blunts and/or weed. And then because he pretty much hot boxed the fucking house my childs stuff, clothes, blankets, EVERYTHING smells like weed. Let's get one thing clear, I DO NOT CARE IF SOMEONE SMOKES. But I WILL NOT lose my child because you can't seem to function without being high. So this "not boyfriend weed supplier" sits around with the TV and PlayStation on ALL DAY and majority of the night along with having lights on constantly, running the electric bill up, yet he doesn't have to pay for a damn thing. Gosh, can I have that luxury? So we stopped eating here at "home". And if we did we made sure we used minimal amount of dishes yet I was the one who got bitched at because there was a sink full of dirty dishes. And then the puppies....We brought home two adorable and wonderful pit puppies. One for us and one for Brittney. We had previously discussed with her if the landlord would be ok with it and she said yes. There wouldn't be a problem. And then we went a good month, month and a half where we were the only ones buying dog food and treats. And now the landlord says we can't have the dogs. Whatever, we will make sure BOTH dogs get taken care of. And lets not forget the black mold in our shower that was there before we moved in that is pretty much destroying the walls in not only the bathroom but what was supposed to be my childs bedroom.
And then there's Chloe. I met Chloe when I was working and we got along really well. And it got even better that her and Brittney got along as well because we could all hang out together. And then Memorial Day happened. We came home because I wasn't feeling good. (I'm on doctor ordered pelvis and bed rest) As soon as we walked through the door Chloe started telling Aiden that "Uncle Joe" was here. I stood there talking to Chloe for a little bit while she slurred her words together and swayed around. I went to my room to lay down and everyone else went outside. Including Aiden. The next thing I knew Joe was bring Aiden back inside because he fell asleep and I left and went to the store. When I came back Chloe booked it to the bathroom where she remained for about another hour. Now if any of you have been pregnant you know that when your kid kicks you in the bladder you don't have any choice but to go pee. But I couldn't. Chloe had locked the bathroom door and passed out. Aiden woke up crying and I made Joe go and pop the bathroom door open. She then sat there for a while longer while her child cried for her and then put him in the car and drove home.

Now I know that their stories will differ and I honestly don't care if someone wants to not believe me. I know I made the mistake of living here and I won't make it again. There are so many hurtful things I want to say but I know saying those things won't make anything better. But I cannot continue this anymore. We are not your convenient "oh they live here and I wanna be shitty drunk with my kid here" babysitters and we sure as hell are not people who will allow our sons safety to be compromised. Because I promise that if for whatever reason my child is taken from me because of someones irresponsible decisions there will be a reason I don't have him and it will be because I am in jail. And I know that any mother who has that thought cross their minds will agree with me.




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