Today, the day of EXPLOSION!!

Good evening everyone!! It’s been a little bit since I have written. I haven’t really had anything to write about except the same shit…just a different day. BUT today I have something to write about. Oh boy.

Well as everyone is aware of the situation with my MIL, well it has gotten to its peak and I exploded. Well it all started on Saturday. Pat and I went and had dinner seeing we were in the house all day. I stopped at Sally’s to get some condition cream stuff to hopefully help with the dryness of my hair, then he had to get money so we could go and eat. We went to the ATM and I did the transaction so I seen the receipt first. Last we knew there should have been anywhere from $700-900 dollars in the bank…which was Pats from his last paycheck and the rest of his taxes. Anyways, when I looked at the receipt I freaked. $243.00 in the bank!! His mother spent all of his money buying her fucking candle shit!! I told him to take it all out but he didn’t say anything about it and I just let it go so we could eat. Then we took a drive out to Target just to go somewhere. We check out some baby stuff there and it’s cheaper there than at our Super Wal Mart. Anyways, we got home and his mother had this attitude about her that I could just feel and I wanted to slap it out of her. We went to bed and nothing was said.

Sunday came and I just got fed up and I left and didn’t come home until that night. I cried so hard about this mess. I went and seen my Heidi Mom and talked to her about this mess. I ended up leaving and went for a drive. I ended up at Super Wal Mart, 5 minutes from my house, and picked up some comfort food. Well to be honest I had my first real WEIRD food craving. I wanted Keebler Fudge Sticks, cream puffs, rice crispy treats and Chinese food all at once…can we say yuck. Now that I look at it in writing that combo looks terrible. But anyways, I got all of that and went home. Pat said he was going to talk to his mother and he never talked to her so I freaked. My mom called me and broke down on the phone with her. I was still downstairs and I screamed so long “I CAN’T TAKE THIS FUCKING SHIT ANYMORE!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!” I lost it. Went up stairs and cried some more. I hung up with my mom and talked to Pat for a bit. Told him that it wasn’t him that I was mad at. I mean I am upset and the fact that he didn’t talk to his mother and that it is basically up to me to take care of it, but the majority of it all has to do with her. We got good [my Chinese] and watch Flushed Away. Good movie. Then we went to bed. **TMI** And seeing that when I get that angry I end up for some reason getting really horny and him and I ended up having sex. I didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard me. I was angry and it’s very easy to get my aggression out during sex. **END TMI**

Monday was alright. I kept my cool…for the most part.

Tuesday was a nightmare. I got my Federal Taxes back. And seeing my bank account was in the collection agency I couldn’t cash it. But I’m jumping ahead. I had to get my bank account out of collections that day as well. My Federal was for $360.26, my bank account was -$232.21, so I paid that via check with Pat’s account. We thought that we would do all of that then go cash my check at his bank then deposit $232.21 into his account so they could take it out. Well we got to his bank and they said that I couldn’t cash it because I didn’t have an account. I freaked out. It took an hour to find a bank that would cash it. We went to 3 different banks and the one that we went to charged me $25 to cash it. So did that and went back to Pat’s bank which is in another town to deposit it. We started at 1; we got back to our house at 3. Had basically no gas, but his mother wanted to go to Byrne Dairy to get more cigarettes because the woman went through 40 packs [2 cartons] in about a week and a half. That’s about 4 packs a day. And seeing she didn’t ask I got pissy because I didn’t have the gas. I was going to get gas on the way to work because it’s on the way. Byrne Dairy is in the other direction. Well, the Queen Mother decided to throw $10 at me and said it was for gas. I told her I didn’t want her fucking money because I had my own. Got in the car and she reminded me to go to Byrne Dairy. After all was said and done, by the time I got to the gas station the needle was laying on E.

Yesterday, where it hit it’s boiling point was when Pat called me from work around 6:30ish to tell me that he has 30 days to catch up the mortgage or the house was getting Foreclosed on!! I didn’t get mad or stressed. I knew it was going to happen, but what got me mad was the fact that now he was going to talk to his mother. Seeing that it benefited her as well because where would she go if we lost the house. I told him that now I knew how much he cares because when I asked him, pleaded to him to please talk to her or else I was leaving he said he would and never did. But like I said, seeing that it had to do with her he was all more than willing to say something. That hurts so much. He said that that isn’t why he’s talking to her but I told him that was how I seen it. After that he sent me text messages like crazy to try and make me feel better. My part will be underlined.

7:10pm – I really love you, did you know that?
7:11pm – Yes I know.
7:19pm – I will never love anyone the way I love you.
7:20pm – Why’s that?
7:22pm – Cause that’s my body, mind and soul that tells me.
7:22pm – But why me?
7:33pm – Cause that’s all I can think about.
7:33pm – Is me?
7:33pm – Yes ma’am
7:34pm – My favorite word, why?
7:37pm – Cause you’re the most important thing in my life.

It made me smile but I was still upset. Got home and his mother already went to bed and seeing that I told Pat to not say anything until I got there because I wanted to make sure he said something he didn’t say anything. Ok.

TODAY!! The day of Explosion!! It started off ok, but I told Pat when I got up that I wanted him to tell her about the house and everything else before I had to go to school. Well he showed her the notice at 1 this afternoon. I was in the kitchen so I got to see it all. Anyways, she just brushed it off nonchalantly and was like “we’ll fix it later.” EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well Pat came back with “well it’s not an option.” He was doing something else and then he turned to her and said “and this candle shit needs to be picked up.” He got cut off with his mother screaming back “I’M NOT DONE!! JESUS!! I’LL CLEAN IT UP!!” Then she got her ass out of her computer chair and was like “I hate this shit!” Pat asked what and she came back with “me being treated like a 5 year old.” Then she stomped up my stairs. That was all it took. I grabbed the glass ash tray on her computer desk [yeah she’s still smoking in my house knowing I don’t want it to happen] threw it into the sink, took away all the ash trays that were in the back room, another glass one and threw that one into the sink, I think I broke something in sink, grabbed her candle shit she had on the kitchen counter and threw it back into the backroom with the rest of the shit, threw the dish strainer, grabbed my cleaner and a scrapper and was going to start scrapping up the shit when she came downstairs and started some more. Bitching at Pat for smoking up stairs in the office…I told him that I didn’t want that to happen and if he did please open the window and shut the door. Pat fired back at the fact that she smokes like a chimney and she didn’t like that so she said “me and the dog with be out of your hair.” I was like fine get the fuck out!! She went over to the counter with the knife that she mixes wax with, looked at me and said that she was going to clean her own fucking mess. I said “fine! Have fun with that and that shit better be off my counter by the time I get back!” I grabbed my keys, Pat and I got in the car and I don’t even think I was out of the driveway completely, and I had the car in drive and had my little car do 0-50 in 2 seconds and there isn’t even enough road to make it to 50. From my house to the end you’re lucky if you hit 30. Anyways, we got back, and it was “cleaned” to her liking. So now I have to go over it and get the rest. Anyways, she was upstairs. I told Pat that I wasn’t going to be taking her fucking ass anywhere anymore. She can find her own way to and from work and if I go to Pactiv it’s to drop Pat off or pick him. She doesn’t get in my car. Little while later, Pat sent me a text message from work saying his mother was being nice to him for some reason. I told him why she was being nice. Seeing she has been told to get out and she’s started to pack her shit she has now realized she has no where to go. I told him she doesn’t stay. And if for some fucked up reason she does stay she either goes by OUR [mine and Pat’s] rules or she gets out. I told him that she can get out now, I’ll pack her shit and I’ll ship it her. So yeah we’ll see. But we do agree on one thing, that she isn’t leaving until that mortgage is caught up…all $1,600 worth.

I think that’s it. Babies are fine. They’re making themselves more and more well known to me. I can feel them and when I get angry it turns into a kicking feast. Like today. Other than that, things are fine.

Well I think I am going to end it here. Until next time…toodles.

♥ Amanda

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