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Everyone, grab a brewskie or a soda if you prefer, and have a few fresh warm cheesecurds. This is.....just....fuck.....
So, where do I begin....so, around Labor Day last year, my brother's girlfriend he'd been dating for a few weeks got kicked out of where she was living (she had been living with some friend of a friend or whatever....this chick come to find out is very nomadic). My parents, who are obviously dumber than rocks but too nice for their own good, let her live in the basement with my brother (where his room has been for years).
If any of ya'll don't remember, I'm sure I bitched on here and Fratching a few times over how slobby things got, how this chick somehow just had shit tons of stuff, she did buy her own food and got a job, however, our house was just full of boxes of half eaten donuts and McDonalds and empty soda cans (or ones with one swig left in them that I'd try to throw away and she'd scream over), and don't get me started on her using some of me and my mom's bathroom stuff.
Anyway, long story short there, right before Thanksgiving, all but one of our local Wendy's restaurants closed, and that's where she worked, so she was out of a job. About this time, my brother finally got his own place, subleasing from a friend in the city he works in, so he'd no longer have to drive 25 miles to and from work every day. She went with him, but a few weeks later, she up and left.
Now, bear in mind, there's still a bunch of her shit in the basement. My parents did try to pitch somewhat of a fit to get him to get rid of all the extra shit after he moved out (Mom made it a point to say that when I moved out, I wasn't allowed to leave shit laying around behind me), but they gave up, because he's the baby and he usually is able to bullshit his way with my parents. He puts up a fight, I really don't.
So, here I go babbling again, welp.....ugh so the holidays come around, and all over Facebook, this chick (who is now seperated from my brother) is posting all kinds of pregnancy status updates and has that little app for how many weeks along you are, how big your baby is, blah blah, ya know?
I'm thinking, what the fuck, dude?
I PM her and ask what's up. She says it's my brother's baby, and he's not talking to her. I text my brother, he says she won't talk to him since she ran off and hooked up with another guy.
I try to stay out of it.
A few weekends ago, shortly after my birthday, I was at Macy's using a bday gift card from my grandparents, and the salesgirl was having a hard time ringing it up, so I was playing with my phone and all of a sudden, there she is again.....she found out the gender of the baby.
She texted me "You're having a niece, auntie blas."
The fecking feck?!
So I humor her and let her babble. I talk to my brother later, and he says there's nothing he can do if she won't talk to him, and they'll just have to get a test. He says, though, as far as he's concerned, if she ran off and didn't let him do anything for her, what can he do?
As of last night, she was bugging me and my mom for a place to stay again because she doesn't think she can stay where she's at the further along she gets. My mom said no, and told her to talk to my brother. She still won't talk to my brother. I said I can't tell her if it's ok to live anywhere with us because it's not my house and I can't make the rules.
Then she started talking about being sent to the hospital for dehydration and not eating enough, claiming she can't keep most food down......which of course led to my family is "punishing" her baby for her mistakes
Ugh.
My brother is out of state right now, otherwise I'd let him know what went down last night.
I don't even know what to think. All I know is, I need a pint of Ben and Jerry's, a few stiff drinks, a bubblebath, and probably a good few smokes.
Everyone, grab a brewskie or a soda if you prefer, and have a few fresh warm cheesecurds. This is.....just....fuck.....
So, where do I begin....so, around Labor Day last year, my brother's girlfriend he'd been dating for a few weeks got kicked out of where she was living (she had been living with some friend of a friend or whatever....this chick come to find out is very nomadic). My parents, who are obviously dumber than rocks but too nice for their own good, let her live in the basement with my brother (where his room has been for years).
If any of ya'll don't remember, I'm sure I bitched on here and Fratching a few times over how slobby things got, how this chick somehow just had shit tons of stuff, she did buy her own food and got a job, however, our house was just full of boxes of half eaten donuts and McDonalds and empty soda cans (or ones with one swig left in them that I'd try to throw away and she'd scream over), and don't get me started on her using some of me and my mom's bathroom stuff.
Anyway, long story short there, right before Thanksgiving, all but one of our local Wendy's restaurants closed, and that's where she worked, so she was out of a job. About this time, my brother finally got his own place, subleasing from a friend in the city he works in, so he'd no longer have to drive 25 miles to and from work every day. She went with him, but a few weeks later, she up and left.
Now, bear in mind, there's still a bunch of her shit in the basement. My parents did try to pitch somewhat of a fit to get him to get rid of all the extra shit after he moved out (Mom made it a point to say that when I moved out, I wasn't allowed to leave shit laying around behind me), but they gave up, because he's the baby and he usually is able to bullshit his way with my parents. He puts up a fight, I really don't.
So, here I go babbling again, welp.....ugh so the holidays come around, and all over Facebook, this chick (who is now seperated from my brother) is posting all kinds of pregnancy status updates and has that little app for how many weeks along you are, how big your baby is, blah blah, ya know?
I'm thinking, what the fuck, dude?
I PM her and ask what's up. She says it's my brother's baby, and he's not talking to her. I text my brother, he says she won't talk to him since she ran off and hooked up with another guy.
I try to stay out of it.
A few weekends ago, shortly after my birthday, I was at Macy's using a bday gift card from my grandparents, and the salesgirl was having a hard time ringing it up, so I was playing with my phone and all of a sudden, there she is again.....she found out the gender of the baby.
She texted me "You're having a niece, auntie blas."
The fecking feck?!
So I humor her and let her babble. I talk to my brother later, and he says there's nothing he can do if she won't talk to him, and they'll just have to get a test. He says, though, as far as he's concerned, if she ran off and didn't let him do anything for her, what can he do?
As of last night, she was bugging me and my mom for a place to stay again because she doesn't think she can stay where she's at the further along she gets. My mom said no, and told her to talk to my brother. She still won't talk to my brother. I said I can't tell her if it's ok to live anywhere with us because it's not my house and I can't make the rules.
Then she started talking about being sent to the hospital for dehydration and not eating enough, claiming she can't keep most food down......which of course led to my family is "punishing" her baby for her mistakes
Ugh.
My brother is out of state right now, otherwise I'd let him know what went down last night.
I don't even know what to think. All I know is, I need a pint of Ben and Jerry's, a few stiff drinks, a bubblebath, and probably a good few smokes.
She made Mom cry and I was about to call this little slag up and chew her out, but then I remembered that I never gave her any of my contact information and have forbidden anyone else to give it to her so I don't get dragged into her bullshit drama.
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