So, i purposely, left Part 1 post of this title, OPEN TO THE PUBLIC {{of this household, that is}}
So, maybe being the nosy people they are, they would walk by and read it, and understand and feel my wrath. I KNOW they read it, and I guess they obviously don't care.
So, today, my son was walking fine, when I got off work and went to get him from daycare. He was perfectly fine. Somehow, between that hour and NOW, he starts limpin and you pick him by him arms to stand him up, he flops back down, as if his leg was hurting or something.
So, they asking me what's wrong with him, I said nothing, he is fine, until I seen the fact that he was limping. So the annoying "Jade you are a horrible parent" QUESTIONS started rollin in.
Check his diaper, did he poop? Did he hurt himself, well what did he do? You gotta watch him. WAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCKERY.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
Don't ask me questions. DON'T TRY TO FUCKIN CHECK HIS DIAPER WHILE I AM HOLDING HIM AND EXAMINE HIS LEG, LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS.
DON'T FUCKIN ASK ME QUESTIONS, WHAT PART OF THAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND. OBVIOUSLY NONE OF IT. I SWEAR I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT.
IM LOSING MY MIND, BUT I GUESS THAT'S THE PRICE I GOTTA PAY IN STAYING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE.
Oh, and let's not forget what else was said. So, my son is One, as I have mentioned before, for anyone who has ever paid attention to my posts.
He WILL get into things. So he knocked over something that was fuckin PLASTIC.{{BTW. I AM SO SORRY FOR USING SOME VULGAR LANGUAGE RIGHT NOW. I CAN'T HELP IT CAUSE I AM FUMING. ON MY BLOGSPOT IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE RIGHT NOW, AND FROM HURTING SOMEONE'S FEELINGS.}}
PLASTIC. Seriously. Really? uugghhh.
So the remark was.." Hey! Glad your mommie's working now! Now she can pay for something you break." WAT THE FUCK?? I ain't paying for shit. NOT AFTER YOUR DAMN KIDS DONE FUCKED UP MY LAPTOP. NOT AFTER YOUR KIDS DONE ATE UP ALL MY SHIT, THAT I TRY TO GET FOR MYSELF CAUSE EVERYBODY AND THEY DAMN MOMMA IN THIS HOUSE DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAVE FOOD, AND NOT EAT IT ALL IN ONE DAY LIKE YALL GOT SOME DAMN TAPE WORMS OR SOMETHING.
Yall always wanna ask me to do this for yall and do that for yall, and take you here and there and don't offer gas money when I did have my car. I ask you to take me to work that i just go this job on top of that, or ask you to pick me up and you get an attitude and shit cause you don't want to. STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. DON'T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO. DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT. I DON'T SAY SHIT ABOUT YOUR DAMN 10 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, WHO LIVES IN THE SAME NEIGHBOR HOOD AS THE SCHOOL, AND YALL ACT LIKE SHE CAN'T WALK HOME 30 FEET TO THE HOUSE, AND YOU GET MAD CAUSE YOU TRY TO MAKE IT MY RESPONSIBILITY TO PICK HER UP WHEN MY RESPONSIBILITY IS TATUM DE'VONN BURROUGHS.
I just don't understand it. AT ALL. I do deeply apologize that, I may have grammar errors and all that shit, and foul language, but That's why I have that age limit for content thing before you even view my blog. AND IT'S MINE. I CAN SAY WHAT I WANT, AND WRITE WHAT I WANT.
I KNOW ITS NOT GOOD RIGHT NOW I DON'T CARE BUT IM JUST VENTING CAUSE I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO. AND IT SUCKS. BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER.
I'M GOING TO SMOKE A NEWPORT NOW.
*Neurosis at her Best*
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