Day 2084

Bitch IS crazy

Came in, It sleeping-so I thought. So, shut off the tv (It NEEDS the tv on. Remember, among other things, It accused me of having problems with silence-yet-It MUST have the tv on.) Anyway, I shut it off, It flips out. Fucking mental Bitch.

This am, cable box on, I shut it off. It asks if I made the counseling app't yet-I responded "did you give me your tax information yet?" Remember, my taxes are done. Usually I do a joint filing, but, every fucking year It gives me shit. Now, not only Mental Bitch, but Stoney as well. Neither gave me their tax paperwork. So, they will both pay. Assholes.

The Line this am, followed by Spin. Manana, Coogans. Yay!!!!

Day 2083

Strange, but true!

Came in last night, Bitch quiet. NICE. Bag of garbage on the stoop, again, garbage can inches away, but, whatthehell. I'm a "scumbag motherfucker," remember?

Asked Stoney for his tax info, asked Bitch for its. Got neither. So, fuck 'em. Got MY taxes done, without paying for either of them. Useless, truly useless.

Day 2082

Garbage

WHO would throw garbage to the side of their home, when there is a garbage can inches away? Yes, Bitch + Stoney. Can't WAIT 'til rats come.

GREAT am, got my miles, then Spin + Pilates. And, who was in spin class? DW.

GREAT sleep, well rested, then worked out. DOES it get better than this?

Day 2081

VERY very nice

Bad news: last episode of parks and Rec.

Good news: slept REALLY well. No raging Bitch, no smoking son. Peace.

AND, got my miles this am + Spin class. This does NOT suck!!!!!

Day 2080

Strange, but true

Remember when I became "scumbag motherfucker?," all because (GASP) I combined recycleables with regular garbage? Come in last night, recycle bin overflowing (yesterday was the day to put it out, naturally not a finger was lifted). It? Sleeping on the couch, Stoney with his peeps. Yes, I live in a slum.

...but I need counseling.............

Sick people.

Day 2079

Ahhhhhh


Another peaceful night.


Came in, 12:40am, Stoney pulls up with his peeps-VERY well behaved peeps, but clearly stoned.


Bitch? Who cares, not there, hence, a peaceful night.


A lovely weekend, got good sleep, no raging, no psychosis. Worked out (thank GOD for the gym in this weather).


Again, GREAT talking with Pedrito. What Bitch doesn't understand: I'm not the bad guy, stop being a victim and misrepresenting. Notice: basement-covered in crap. Living room-covered in crap. Dining room-covered in crap. Bitches about "you need to give me money," yet, HOW much is on Its Kohl's card balance? Yet, It continues shopping. The fridge: full of frozen crap and Entenmenns....but I need counseling........

Day 2078

There IS some good that came of this!

Pedrito and I are much closer!

He's coming to see the insanity of Bitch.

We spoke yesterday. He can't understand where the $$$ he gave for Stoney went. Of course It gives useless answers when questioned (funny, Bitch demands full disclosure of all financial matters, yet reveals nothing, fucking shipwreck), saying "Keith needed a car," (which he still doesn't drive.). When It rages that I should print $$$, no mention of Stoney's buying a Playstation. Nothing at all wrong with that, as long as your obligations are met (i.e. TUITION?????). But, as I explained to Pedrito, easier to buy dinner @ a restaurant and then cry poverty, than to actually cook-as Stoney lives on frozen food and takeout.

...but I need counseling...the guy who works, comes home, sleeps. Big whoop.

Bitch away last night. Thank you GOD!

Day 2077

But WAIT, it gets better!!!

My mail, opened obviously, on the floor of the living room-along with one of my travel cups....but I need counseling...............

Bitch didn't come in last night=I had a great night's sleep.

What kind of mental Bitch purposely raises the volume of the tv, knowing (after midnight) that directly above, someone who worked all night is trying to sleep? THEN accuses him of making noise in the am? THEN threatens him with legal action for abusive behavior? Sick Bitch.

Slept like a baby. Having one HELL of a day with DW.

Day 2076

THAT was odd!

Shovel from where I left it days ago? STILL there-these people ARE pigs. Garbage thrown to the side of the house-when there is a garbage can right there. again, these people ARE pigs. Best of all, footage on my Youtube page of them fucking with my stuff in the den. Goes well with the footage of them smoking there as well. Over 500 hits. and every comment asking "what the FUCK is wrong with those people???"

...but I need counseling......

Day 2075

Well done.

Dealing with professionals is such a pleasure. Had a terrific overnight, now back to work.

Thoughts that haunt me: will Stoney ever realize I took the high road? While Bitch went to fuck around, who coached basketball? Who took him to Disney? Of course he chooses to NOT remember the days we left over an hour early for b-ball, because Bitch was having a meltdown. Of course he's silent when Bitch accuses me of never visiting when It was hospitalized-HOW many dinners @ Sizzler did we have before going to visit????? Convenient to forget isn't it?

Like I said, soooooo nice to deal with professionals.

Day 2074

:)

Low of 58, high 72 degs. Nice to get away for the overnight, and have the company pay for it.

STILL hurts that bitch hadda start so early in the am. Imagine, someone is prepping to go to work, beforehand will shovel out the snow, and the BITCH starts tearing a new one-as It rests on the couch. In the living room I'm not allowed to sit in. In the house I pay for.

Screw it, I'm good. VERY good.

VERY nice dinner last night, they had a reception for us. Imagine, a week ago, Bitch locks me out, in the bitter cold, in shirtsleeves. SCREAMING "motherfucker" this and "motherfucker" that. a week later, enjoying a nice dinner put on for us by our peeps. How things change.

Live, laugh, love!

Day 2073

Hadda fly

Insurance training in L.A overnight. Didn't think my flight would take off, but we made it. Not that I'll ever sell insurance again, but keeps my license current 'til the end of the year.

Got am IM from Eddie. Bitch tried a vitriolic text. Bitch CANNOT understand Its calls are blocked.

When I went to get the shovel this am (NY had snow) It started. First thing in the am, not even awake, It's giving me shit ("going to the basement to check for oil?" Bitch IS mental.). It was giving me shit for (get this) opening and closing the front door. Tough to get outta the house without opening a door (but it's ok for Stoney and his peeps to do so, repeatedly, after midnight. But NOT ok for the guy who pays the mortgage). When I told It I'd cleaned Its car of snow, MORE shit. GREAT religion teacher eh? Really walking JEEEEEEZUS' walk.

80 +degs in L.A. Nice.

Day 2072

Cold Bitch!!!

Now, remember, I work outside for 8 hours, in this cold. Bitch stays in all day, doing nothing but being mentalasamotherfucker. But I need counseling......

Stoney? Using the den to smoke. Like there aren't other rooms.

.....but I need counseling. Bitch does jack shit all day, other than getting pissedf @ me. Stoney? Fucking and smoking. But I need counseling.

The guy not allowed to eat from the fridge should buy oil. The guy not allowed to move a thing in his own house should buy oil. The guy not allowed to hum while his son invites his friends to smoke weed, he should buy oil.

...but I need counseling...the guy who works everyday.

But wait, there's more!

Did Stoney get signed into a healthcare plan? As Bitch sat @ home and stirred shit against me, did It lift a finger? No. Easier to threaten that if I didn't do it, I'd face consequences. Bottom line: today's the cutoff, he has zero. Nothing. But smoke. And he parties on. Enjoy kiddo.

Day 2071

What WOULD JEEEZUS do?

Hope Its religion class went well. Stoney sleeping elsewhere for the past 2 nights. Asked Bitch where he was, It shrugged. When Pedrito asked what happened to all his Target pay, Its response: "I dunno." BUT, It wants my bank account digits.

Amazing what a sick mind will do.

...but I need counseling.....

As It amasses more debt. Buying crap. As I work, daily, happy to do so.

So, what WOULD JEEEEZUS do? Didn't the bible teach that EVERYTHING we do should be done with a smile? Whether cleaning a toilet, managing a nation, of sucking a dick, do everything with all   your heart. It? Begrudges everything.

Remember when Stoney needed lunch money? If I didn't provide it, did he have anything? Pedrito's response? Don't you guys have peanut butter? No, Precious couldn't do that. And though Bitch is connected to Its Snapple bottle, did It ONCE provide lunch $$$ No, he hadda tell lunch lady he'd bring it tomorrow. As it guzzled Snapple, he was left hanging. Point being: if I didn't handle it, it didn't happen. Useless Bitch.

Great to put your kid in such a position.

Enjoy your snapple. Enjoy your debt.

Day 2070

Stoney out all night (must be doing overtime, you know, he needs books). Bitch behaved. Do the math. Bitch can't parent, takes out all frustrations on me.

And what did I awake to yesterday am? It made a JEEEEEEEZUS poster for Its Saturday religion class. Yes, the same Bitch who wished a "painful slow death" on her spouse, calling him a "scumbag motherfucker" for combining recycleables with garbage, made a lovely JEEEEEZUS  poster.

...but I need counseling.......

Day 2069

Truly amazing!

Bitch calls Pedrito whining, this time, about heat. Now, doesn't winter happen every year? For HOW many years have we NOT had oil? Since It decided to contribute ZERO $ to the bills. That's the ONLY bill I don't pay, hence, It puts electric heaters everywhere. If the place was cold, would Stoney's gf stay overnight?

Which brings us to our next topic. Stoney. Did he attend college last semester? Did he put $ aside for THIS semester, or did it go off in a cloud of smoke? THESE points are finally dawning upon Pedrito.

...but I need counseling...

It FINALLY had an honesty slip: said the only nice room in the house and I have it. Now, let THAT sink in. It controls the basement, dining room, living room and bedroom. I have the den and the garage. So, naturally, It wants to fuck THAT up.

...but I need counseling.....

Remember when I had the den repaired? It's response: It was PISSED I wouldn't let it be a hangout for Stoney and his weed peeps. REALLY BITCH?

Enjoy your debt. You earned it.

Day 2068

Do the math.

STILL recovering from the other day's insanity.

First thing in the am, loaner car totaled. Get into Toxichouse, Bitch RAGING that I had the gall to enter my own home. When I tell It about the car, It's response?: "good!" Wakes me up to scream some more, threatens both my life as well as my belongings.

Calls my brother, FREAKING that I won't print $$$ because Stoney needs books for college. It's version: I refuse to give It money.

This, after Stoney keeps me awake with his partying with his friends. I haven't had a good night's sleep for 2 weeks. It's response when I ask "his friends and his partying are more important than my sleeping???", "yes."

Bitch.

But I should print money.

After It tries to keep me out of my own home, my son hanging with his peeps-well after midnight/with no consideration or respect, I should print $$$$$. Remember, I'm not allowed to even sit in the living room, nor eat anything from the fridge.

...but I need counseling.......I'm the one who wakes up the other after midnight to scream. I'm the one who keeps the others  awake well into the night.

What WOULD JEEEEEEEEZUS smoke?

Day 2067

Got books???

Bitch texts Angela 'cause Stoney needs books. Hmmm.......has weed, needs books........how does THAT work?

It was on a TEAR last night. I made the mistake coming in @ 7:30, wanted to watch Parks and Rec (ain't I a motherfucker???). It went psycho, locked me out. SCREAMING "motherfucker" this and "motherfucker" that. "You need to give me money..." same old shit.

bottom line, It THEN proceeded to barge in the bedroom, knowing I was trying to sleep, threatening my life (if I had a knife...) my belongings (I'm going to.....) and my health (I hope you fucking die painfully.....) Really nice.

This am, Pedrito calls, asking wtf? I said the obvious: Angela needs to block the bitch's calls.

Oddly enough, the money I hadda spend in a hotel when It tried locking me out would'a paid for his books. But the Psycho bitch doesn't think...ever...at all...

MAYBE if I didn't need to fend for myself mealwise, there'd be $$$ for books? MAYBE if It lived on a budget I would be able to assist? MAYBE if Stoney didn't party every night, he'd have $$$.

Of course, Pedrito asked what happened to the thousands he gave. We all know where that went. Bitch fucked up everything.

...but I need counseling.....I work, I come home. period.

...but I need counseling.

And yes, Pedrito NOW knows for the past 2 weeks, Stoney's been partying every night.  While Bitch SCREAMS 2 me for being a "motherfucking asshole." (THIS is what Jeeeeezus would do?).

Maybe, JUST MAYBE if the Bitch ACTED human for just one night, I'd care. But it doesn't, and I don't. Keep up the psycho routine, see where that leads. Keep up the "everybody says" bullshit, see how many books THAT buys.

P.S.

(8:18 pm)

TRIED getting in to catch Parks and Rec, It locked the doors!!!!!

Very, very sick person.

Day 2066

Deja vu?

Last night, It on a tear. Why? I walked in (12:30am), asked if it would be an imposition if It would lower the volume on the tv (it was BLASTING, as in: nursing home volume). THAT was the excuse it needed to lose it. Sick Bitch.

Of course Stoney had his peeps upstairs (what, sleep after midnight???). So Ms.AA got to see a procession of peeps come and go to, alternately, smoke, buy wine, drink Four Loco, etc...the shit peeps do. As I tried to sleep.

...but I need counseling.......
This am? T-Bone #3. As I pull into a parking lot, minivan mom pulls out. Boom! another one bites the dust-30 minutes after the dealer called to say "I have some good news, some bad news." Fuck me.

Livin' the dream.

But wait! there's MORE!!!!!

Guess what garage got vandalized?

My stuff in the den is missing/vandalized. the stuff in my closet is missing/vandalized, the garage is vandalized.

...but I need counseling.....

Sick motherfuckers. Go teach religion, tell us all what Jeeeeeezus would smoke, oops, do. then scream @ your husband as he comes in from work.

Day 2065

Truly amazing.

My closet, raided, movies missing. Wonder who has 'em? Got smoke? Wonder why you're in the mess you're in? Keep fucking with people. See how far it gets you. Smoke some more. The same # Sybil uses for the police is open for use by others as well.

So, what are we dealing with?

1)A son who demands respect yet respects nothing. Gets annoyed his father hums, yet stays up all night partying with his friends, irrespective of a father trying to sleep (after 1 am). Selfish asshole.
2)A religion teacher/AA member who enables the piss outta Its son, calls Its husband a "scumbag motherfucker," (for combining recycle-ables with garbage, ain't I a motherfucker???), who wishes Its husband a "slow, painful death," makes unusually high volume levels after midnight expressly to keep me awake-knowing I'm trying to sleep in the floor above(yet wants me to work a second job. Tough to work one without adequate sleep).


Joy joy.

Day 2064

Amazing.

Ok, did LB, good. Went to work, also good.

THEN, all fucked.

Stoney had his peeps over (after midnight), the same kid that bitched if I hummed was making typical noise. That's not the issue. What IS the issue is total lack of consideration. If I hum during the day, I'm annoying. But if I'm trying to sleep, after midnight, her and his smoking/drinking girls can do whatever they want.

And Bitch? Ms.AA, when I try to hang in the living room, I'm turned awayt.

For THIS I pay a mortgage?

Can't WAIT til the fridge breaks, fuck 'em both.

What heartless, soulless assholes. As It goes to teach religion, and hit an AA meeting.

...but I need counseling...........

Day 2063

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Did the LB 4m, nice. Did ok, no limping. Ankle held.

Other news (dunno how to take this), Stoney in bed sleeping with his girl.

I give up, I accept that I've no fucking idea of what's going on. All I know: I finished the run and did ok. Good.

Day 2062

PURE Insanity!!!!!

Walk into Toxichouse, Bitch asks if Stoney knows I'm coming upstairs (he had a peep over). Like I should check in with what came outta me????? Like I need to announce my whereabouts? How fuckin' dysfunctional is this shit?

Day 2061

No wonder!

Bitch IS losing it.

After asking if I'd made appointments for individual counseling, family counseling, group counseling, pet counseling........here-a counseling/there-a counseling-everywhere a counseling, It actually conversed!!!!!!! Turns out It got pulled over, no license (lost), no taillight...funny...when Its shit hits the fan I get reamed and threatened with legal action...hmmmmmmm....

...but I need counseling..........

Wouldn't it have been easier (HEALTHIER?????) to just cop to dealing with alotta shit?

What WOULD JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZUS do? Oh wait, DID Jerusalem have counseling? Or, did they just actually...what's the word...SPEAK with each other??????????

Day 2060

Yin/Yang redux

Good news: sleeping under my roof.

Bad news: sleeping under my roof.

The pigs that live there have taken to throwing garbage NOT in a can but on the side of the house. Nice. Add to that, I now pay a mortgage on Weedhouse. Stoney has his peeps over, good. He has them over to smoke up the joint. Not so good. And God forbid I open a window. Remember how THAT turned out?????

So, Bitch, call the cops. Can't wait 'til they walk in and inhale.

...but I need counseling...

But WAIT, there's MORE!!!!!

As Stoney and his peeps slam the front door entering Toxichouse, what does Sybil do? Offers them brownies! Nice!!!!! A place to smoke illegal substances AND Bitch feeds 'em!!!!!!!

...but I need counseling.................

but wait, there's MORE!

When Pedrito called, he followed up on my purloined license. DMV stated it was sent 1/21. You KNOW who had it.

When I asked, there came with the response a bag of mental shit. Bitch IS nuts.

"I kept it...I was going to make you suffer..." (you aren't that important, you don't have that much power.). Bottom line, Bitch admitted It stole it, and I have it on tape. Fucking psycho.

WHY would someone be so fucking mean????? Oh yes, in Its mind, I did all this shit. Problem: all I allegedly did, I did in ITS MIND. None of it actually happened. Fucking nut job. Best of all, by keeping my license, I couldn't work. In effect, I had 10 days off. Yet It constantly whines about $$$. Why? IT IS A MESS!!!!!!! Imagine, maxxing out your credit card, when you had over $20,000 to use? Really can't manage shit. (when I came in last night, of course the bed was covered in Its shit. It's like a fucking blob, Its shit takes over everything).

For a hot minute, It was normal last night. I miss her.

Day 2059

Yin/Yang

Yin: sleeping in my own bed

Yang: Now Sybil SCREAMS when I'm trying to sleep.

Bitch IS crazy.

Came in, few speedbumps, but do-able. It screaming that It will sit in on MY therapy sessions (??????), etc......This is what you call conditional love/poor mental health. (sitting in on another's therapy? HOW fucking nuts ARE you???).

Stoney, of course, uses this to his advantage. As It rages at me, he has his peeps over, smoking upstairs. Convenient isn't it?

Part of Its rage? It maxxed out a credit card paying for his tuition. Let THAT sink in. He was given over $21,000. Where'd THAT go??? He has a job, where does THAT $$$$$ go????

But, no mention of his behavior that led to the domestic hellfire of the other day. Easier to portray me as Satan. Villainize me, escape responsibility. As Its friendds buy all Its bullshit.

Imagine, the one who claims I need therapy makes it a point to SCREAM and bang shit around in an attempt to keep me from sleeping.

...but I need counseling.............

Day 2058

Crazy is as crazy does.

So, what's the 411? Sybil passed Its wishlist of Mental dreams to Pedrito. You know, the usual Bitch list. No mention of Stoney smoking daily, no mention of Its irregular hours/making the home toxic/enabling Stoney, no km,ention of the $21,000 Pedrito was conned into forking over.....you know, the usual bullshit.

Amazing.

Best of all, IF all the items on Its Bitchlist were addressed, It would STILL be NUTS!

The crime of it all, I LOVE the woman I married. The person who SCREAMS that I'm a "scumbag motherfucker" because I actually included recycling with the regular garbage? Not much love for that person. I miss her.

And yes, Pedrito finds Its "friends" suckers. People who buy all Its bullshit. Pity. It needs real friends, never realizing I'm first on the list with the love I have for Dana, not Sybil.

Day 2057

Amazing.

Bitch loses Its mind, Stoney uses It-the great enabler strikes, so not only am I undomiciled, but Pedrito/Nassau PD/Its groupies, all get sucked into Its shit.

THIS is how JEEEEEEEZUS would act?

Hope It went to church.