Sunday, August 5, 2007

How long will this last?

Ya know, shit will always hit the fan just as your walking by it. Don't know why. Don't care why. It just does.

Why is this important? Well, you see, they let Satan out of her pen for a while and she's living here with me and my fiancee. And by Satan, I mean my Fiancee's mother. She's a real piece of work. Had a brain anyurisim when she was in her early twenties, and she's been on disability since. She's a first rate bitch and a real asshole to boot. She likes to think she's right all the time, and that everything she does is perfect, while anything anyone else does is wrong, shitty and could've been done better by her.

I could go on, but then I'd get into venting and loose the impetus for this. She's been here for about a week's time now, and all she's done is bitch, moan, gripe and complain about everything being in such a state of disrepair and everyone not helping her. Ya see, she's got this chip on her shoulder the size of the fucking planet and i swear someone needs to knock it off her shoulder and beat her around the head with it for a few years.

She's got such a self-inflated view of herself that it's sickening. I've never seen anyone so self-deluded. She actually thinks that I don't do anything around here. What a load of bull. She specifically tells me to go and rest because my asthma is bad (Note: it's always bad; she smokes in the house) and then has the sheer audacity to say that I don't do anything.

I used to take pity on her, seeing as she's been in abusive relationships and everything else that somehow plagues her. Not any more! Why? Not her treatment of me, that's for certain, but ya know what? If she treated any of the guys that she was with like she treats me, it's little wonder she's been beaten so many times.

We men will only put up with that kind of crap for so long before we just stand up and walk away. It's the bad ones who try to beat their idea of what a woman should be into their women.

I don't condone violence against women. Not in the slightest. But you remember seeing that sleazy jerk on TV, doesn't matter what show, you know the type; The self-satisfied, smug fucker who needs someone to take him out back and put a good beating to him. The guys that make you wantto jump through the TV and throttle the hell out of them? yeah. THAT is what I get to deal with, 24/7, when the Fiancee's mother is here.

Someone want to shoot her? Or me?

Please?





bah... she's not worth the bullet.


But there are days when I wonder...

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