I have an interloper in my home. My son’s girlfriend is living here. Am I happy about that? No, I am not. Why? Well, she is quite sneaky. She takes things that do not belong to her. Case in point, batteries.
Last night I happened downstairs for some reason or another, and spotted T move past the door in the other room. I asked her what she was doing. She answered that she was fixing her flashlight, that she had dropped it out of her pocket. Well then. I thought nothing of it. This morning though I could not get my Roku television remote to work for my television in the daycare. I thought perhaps the batteries had gone dead, so I opened the back of it. NO batteries. What the actual hell? This is not the first time she has taken the batteries, and I have gone to get them back. Why is a grown woman carrying a flashlight in a house anyway? I guess so she can go outside and smoke at night while we are asleep. Nonetheless, you don’t take the batteries out of a remote that is used every single day. Thankfully, I have the Roku app on my phone, and was able to use that. So now, I will need to have a conversation that I shouldn’t even have to have. If it does not belong to you, do not take it. Seriously now? If she denies taking them, I swear I will hit the ceiling. I hate a liar, and I hate a thief. Even if it is something small, like triple a batteries. If you didn’t bring it into the house, then it is not yours. So simple.
This begs the question, who raised this child? Everything that is in a house that you are being allowed to live in is not up for your disposal. Oh, I remember now, she basically had zero raising. her mom is a not so pleasant excuse for a mom. Yes, I just said that. Why do you ask? Well because I am sick to death of these sorry excuses for a mother releasing these idiots into society. This is the third girl that my son has dated who came from a broken home, and whose mothers were just classless pieces of crap. They release their daughters into the world at sixteen because they are tired of dealing with them. None of their mothers ever worked, instead relying on a man to keep them up. Now I am not saying that every woman that does not work is a piece of crap. Just some of them. The ones in my immediate area. They teach their daughters to use their bodies to make a living. To live off of the generosity of a man. Give them what they want, so you can get what you need. When they stop giving, you move on to the next one.
Her mother is currently married, and living with another man. She also has another man she runs to when things don’t go her way. What kind of an example is she setting for her three daughters? CB’s girlfriend has 3 children by 2 different men. One of them is my granddaughter, and the reason she is even allowed to live in my house. I’ve tried to be pleasant, but my patience for all the bullshit is growing thin. I work every single day to earn what I need to earn to pay the bills. She is not working, and has really never held a job for more than a couple of months. Her dad died a few years ago in a car accident, and trust me people, he was the only one who ever provided stability for this girl. It never ceases to amaze me that these kinds of people even exist. It is an entirely different class of people. I never even thought I would encounter such people, much less have one living with me.
This girl has zero education, not even a high school diploma. I tried to get her involved in classes that would get at least get her a GED. Then perhaps she could go to a trade school for something or another. I tried to lead her in that direction, but no, she is perfectly happy laying on her ass while I work. Now I understand my responsibility in this situation. I helped to make this situation. I allowed my son to bring this woman into my home because “She has nowhere else to go!” I am such a sucker for a poor pitiful little girl with no family. Now I know better. Her family is a bunch of leeches, and she is leech number one. My poor granddaughter. Her role model is a leech. Dear God if it is the last thing I do, I will lift this child out of this situation. My son has to get it together, and move out of my home. They both need to get a grip on life. I need my home back. I need people to be independent, and make their own way. I don’t need to be responsible for all of these people. Game over.
Rant over! I do feel a little better.
Have a blessed day people. I hope your day started out better than mine did.
peace :/ shemelts