Ho ho wtf?

So, made it through Christmas.

I went to a meeting, ended up I was asked to speak. Perfect. during the meeting, Stoney tried to reach me. After the meeting I checked my messages-he wanted to know if we were still going to Pedritos. Good.

We went, it went well. Who was there besides the usual suspects? Fr.Robinson! Amazing.

We made it through, no harm, no dysfunction.

Got home, all went well.

Next day, Stoney went to Irenes. Came back, asked if I wanted to buy either the movie card I gave him, or another he was given. Sad.

Ho ho ho.

And so this is Christmas

This year, going to Pedrito's. After dodging Thanksgiving, it's important for Junkieboy to see his blood relatives.

The good news? He spoke.

The bad news: he admitted to doing heroin a week ago.

Fuck me.

Hope the spineless cunt who birthed him is happy.

It escapes (good sobriety there), leaving me with an addict.

Remember the discussion re: his smoking weed. Its excuse to do/say nothing; "what price are you willing to pay to have a relationship with your son?" Good excuse to do nothing. Now? Got those needles don't we?

So, where's he at? No job, for months now. Hadda hit on me for $ for a haircut, which I'm sure went into his veins.

Ho ho ho.

Everything happens

(not necessarily for a reason)

If maman didn't sell the house in Queens, we wouldn't have ended up on Long Island.

No Long Island, no Dana.

No Dana, no Keith.

No Long Island, no peeps.

Shit happened as it was meant to.

Here We Go Again

Going in late(r), attempting to sleep in.

Couple of assholes open my front door, let themselves in, making noise, shouting to the junkie.

Guess who???

I exit the bedroom, tell them to "get the FUCK outta my house."

Best of all, the asshole gets dressed, follows them out, takes off-after cursing me out.

Imagine, after having the cops called on you, having the cojones to break into someone's house???? Do some more drugs, overdose, and die. Please. Do us all a favor.

Good.

Just     like     mommy.

Enjoy asshole.

p.s. see below, great pic from the weekend's fun. They got my good side (yes, I have one).

Yin/Yang

So, Stoney actually speaks! We discuss what to do re: Christmas, agree to exhange gifts. Nice.

So, yes, I discover MORE needles, and he is clearly stoned.

And yes, I discover he's-again-been in my room (enjoy the Twix???).

Fucking asshole.

He's again up at all hours, hosting his cunts at my home, annoyed when I enforce curfew. Nevermind that he should be grateful to have a place to crash, let alone pork his cunts. Try THAT @ Cynthia's. Try shooting smack @ Aunt Janet's.

This time of year reinforces we're ALL better off with the dead cunt. didn't have the balls to face Its problems. Better to forever stain the lives of those you'd claimed to love.

Fuck you, glad you're dead, earth is better. Ho ho ho.

SHIT

Banged my finger. Delayed treating it for as long as possible. Went to Stat Urgent Med Care (whateverthefuckitscalled). Hit me with a needle to extract the crap, I passed out. Not the first time this happened. Lo and behold, they request an ekg. Tell me I really should go straight to the e.r., that there are heart problems, i.e. "passing out" =  heart attack. I was soaked in sweat, etc...

I basically told 'em I had enough on my plate. I just can't deal with any more.

In Jan, I'll attend to it, until then, I don't have time.

Shit.

Oh, the GOOD news. Did my usual day after thanksgiving race. Was alotta fun!

Been there, done that

So, another year, another Big One (that's what SHE said!).

did The Big One Sunday. 30 mins slower than last year, but happy as hell. My time suffered as I don't do St.Francis as much as I used to. Much better this way, much happier this way. I don't need to. Now I usually run with Football Dad, a bit less than 5m. But the conversations are great, and I'm in a far better space.

Stoney? Works, maybe, once a week. Bitch's friends just did his shopping-GREAT enabling there assholes. As his bed STILL lacks sheets yet is littered with cig holes. Well done.

His flavor of the night? Remember the "one night a guest, two nights a tenant?" The other night It spends the night. next night, they come in after 1 am, "watching a movie." As I greet It 2 the door, tell It "you're NOT spending the night." Lo and behold, It's there in the am. Told Stoney, It no longer EVER spends the night. he protested, drunk, nice.

Still, compared to living with what I did with Bitch, THIS is heaven.

Another year, another Big One. Shit happens but, motherfucker, I finished!!!!!

Karma???

So, inspection is set to lapse @ month's end. Took Jeep to the dealer a lil over a 2 weeks ago, about a week later they call, tell me it'll be $8800 to pass inspection. alotta shit needed fixing.

Jeep cost me $2000 less than the repairs would cost.

Fuck that.

I was driving to the dealer to retrieve my vehicle, stopped 2 doors down-I saw "Enterprise car sales." Walked in, ran smack into a peep from a former job. WOW!!!

When I broke down what was up, we spoke, I got a veeeeeehicle!

Don't need a monster truck anymore-Bitch is gone. Don't need to rely on 4 wheel anymore, again, Bitch is gone.

Got a Beetle!

Really stepped in shit. GREAT salesperson-like I said, a peep. Didn't behoove him to fuck me. Really did well.

Karma baby.

But wait, it gets better!

Worried about The Big One, since I'd been busy parenting Stoney/working/running with Football Dad.

Signed up for a Friday night 10k.

Did alright, 3 walk breaks, but did ok. Still, wished I'd signed up for the 5k. BUT, the 5k doesn't give medals.

Lo and behold, did a sub 10!!!! Wait, it gets better!!!!! Placed in my age group!!!!! There's a pic of the award above-like a fucking license plate.

But wait, even BETTER!!!!! The 5k awards were beer glasses, meh. Would'a been ok, but...a FUCKING LICENSE PLATE????? Dayum son!

Picked up my vehicle this am. What I save in gas alone will pay the monthly note.

Niiiiiiice!!!

WAIT, EVEN BETTER!!!!! Who did I run into @ the race? Brotherfromanothermother's brother!!!!! We hung out after the race.

How cool is this?

GREAT car, GREAT race, GREAT people.

Well done.

Showtime!!!!!

So, told Stoney he had 'til Fri to either get help, or force my hand into going to Family Court.

Friday eve, I come home, we talk. It actually went well.

He got teary, I laid the cards on the table, we move on.

He knows what he needs to do, and collectively, we turn the page.

We will see.

In the meantime, the air is cleared. Good.

Inevitable Outcome

Knew this was gonna happen, called it.

Years ago, Stoney gets a buttload of $$$ for his birthday. I set up a bank account for him, Crazy Bitch says "he should be allowed to spend his money however he wants..."

Stoney smokes weed, has his peeps come over to smoke, Bitch witnesses all of it, does nothing. "What price are you willing to pay to have a relationship with your son" is Its excuse.

Den is fixed after roof repair, try to make it a man cave. Instead, "wouldn't that be a great place for Keith and his friends to hang?"
No.

Repeatedly tell It AND Stoney to use the side door to let Hulk out. Now, the rear screendoor is destroyed, and, sure enough, the side door IS easier.

Yesterday, come downstairs, Stoney makes a move. I look down, needle. He tried shoving everything under the couch. I ask "How long has this been happening," he responds "It isn't what you think." I told him to spare the bullshit and come clean. He admits THIS time it was crushed pills (oh joy), but yes, he'd done heroin.

Lovely.

Told him he had 'til Friday to either get help or I was going to Family Court. AND, no more alcohol in the house.

Hope Bitch is happy.

Useless cunt.

So, here's the thing.....

Stoney, working one day a week. Wonder why his diet consists of Ramen noodles?

My stolen bike, STILL untouched, not replaced. Not fixed.

Guess he's never getting internet access.

The more parents I speak with, the more I'm apprised of a disturbing pattern: I'm not alone. The lil' shit is NOT atypical!

Amazing.

What concerns me: at his age, I was out there living life, doing shit.

He: does nothing.

Just     like     mommy.

...as TWO care sit, with weeds growing amongst them, in the driveway...still.....

Got wifi???

So, remember Lying Motherfucker? Remember his destroying his bookcase, in the process-breaking the bannister? Remember I told him to repair it or no Internet? Ok, let is pass, we made up, but....

I come home, he, again, stole my OTHER bike. So, changed the password, removed the router.

Other day, multiple calls, multiple texts. Guess what: NO INTERNET.

I come home, fan that WAS in the dining room is not there, but in the garbage. Asshole destroyed it, claiming the dog tripped over it. It was in the corner, tough to trip over.

LYING MOTHERFUCKER.

Now, he steals dogfood to feed the dog.

Leans out the dining room window to access wifi.

Did he REALLY think he could pull this shit and, eventually, not pay a price?

If it didn't involve Family Court, I'd kick him the fuck outta the house. He REALLY doesn't comprehend his transgressions.

Just     Like     Mommy.

Everyone I know his age is driving (he can't since he listened to the CUNT across the street, demanded the car keys, lost them over a year ago, and has since let the vehicle sit. All this as he STOLE my bikes to get to work-remember, he CLAIMED he was taking the bus?????) He doesn't see his current status as the end result of listening to assholes.

Remember the last time junkie/addict/loser/asshole Sunny was @ the house (after being ordered to never return), claiming "I'm just here to help Keith get a job." Right. Like Keith's is incapacitated? Like it can't be done @ THAT asshole's house? Do I need to call the cops for a THIRD time???

Stoney tries playing the victim, i.e. "I had a car accident," karma's a bitch! Riding a STOLEN bike, he get nailed. If he was driving the car, this wouldn't have happened. If he'd ASKED for the bike, everything would be different.

Doing REALLY good.

Just     Like     Mommy.

Has ZERO to show for all his efforts. No food, no money, no job, not even fucking wifi.

Oh, and where all Psychobitch's friends now?????????

Enjoy.

Lying Motherfucker

a.k.a. my son.

He gets fired for not going into work. He called, claiming he still felt the effects of getting hit by a car.

He led me to believe he'd been hit riding a bike he'd taken from a home along his route. Funny thing, the bike is intact after the accident. When I questioned, he mumbled.

2 nights ago, I look on the side of the house. Lo and behold, a new bike! I asked, he mumbled something about a friend.....I look in the garage. 1)there's a mangled bike there.  2)My other bike isn't.

THE MOTHERFUCKER WENT INTO MY GARAGE-AFTER PROMISING TO RESPECT BOUNDARIES. HE STOLE MY BIKE, TRASHED IT, AND THEN GRABBED ANOTHER!!!!!

When confronted, he attempted to play the victim (JUST LIKE MOMMY). When it was brought to his attention that none of this would've happened if he didn't listen to the CUNT across the street. Remember when The CUNT told him I'd driven his car (when in reality I drove it around the block to assure the battery was ok???). THEN he demanded the keys, which he proceeded to lose when he was high with his asshole friends??? Thus, the car has weeds surrounding it for over a year. THUS, he steals not one, but TWO bikes from me, THEN gets hit by a car. Ain't karma a bitch?

And he expected mercy???

He ranted, throwing a fit. "I'm gonna kill myself," my response "talk is cheap."

STEALS my shit, LIES, then tried to play victim?

I pulled his internet. He tried taking the router/modem. Nice try asshole, EVERYTHING IN THAT HOUSE IS MINE. You have NO rights.

Told him he had 24 hours to repair the damage.

A day later, nothing.

No job, no food, no internet.

When he tried "how can I get a job with no internet?" My answer: "go to the library, ask Lisa, go to Sunny's house." In other words, fuck off, not my problem.

He gets nothing. He fucked himself good.

JUST     LIKE     MOMMY.

Hope he enjoys the bed he made.

Here we are

So, been a couple a weeks. What's shakin'?

Brotherfromanothermother has been in and outta the house. Thankfully, when I wasn't there. I dread the day I must again call 911, because you KNOW it'a gonna happen. I don't understand why Stoney can't wrap his head around "the asshole isn't allowed on site." This, after the cops told him as much. More will be revealed.

He earned $118, what does it get spent on? There's a bottle of whiskey in the fridge and he's smokin'. Do the math. Went shopping, there was an economy sized box of Rice Krispie Treats in his room.

Amazing.

Just           like             mommy.

Deja Vu!

So, we go through all the same old again.

Our tenant/brotherfromanothermother goes to rehab, gets out, weeks later I come home to an NA book on the dining room table-a weed pipe atop it, a bottle of Bailey's on the counter.

Hmmmmmmm.

I ask the individual, "didn't your parents wonder where you were?" His response "oh, they knew." So, you got a person living out of the place he was kicked out of, the parents make NO contact with me. GREAT parenting eh?

So, you got Stoney claiming I never did shit for him. Remember the $5? Translation: when Bitch suddenly decided the $ the government was giving It-disability???? Social Security??? Remember THAT? Well, It decided It was going to blow it all on Snapple and thrift store shit. So, if I didn't give Stoney $5, he went without lunch???

But I never did shit.

Only paid every bill and made damn sure he had a place to live.

What did I get in return? A constant stream of stranger in my house, holes punched in walls and my belongings fucked with.

But it's ok to use my house as a drug den?

It's ok to allow complete strangers to use needles, and destroy the house.

Bitch left a terrific legacy didnt't It????????

Oh by the way, who's still here??????????????????????

Stoney has his girl sleep over, ne night, now two.

One night-guest. Two nights=tenant.

In short, we haven't learned shit.

Just             like            mommy

(oh, and yes, BOTH cars STILL in the driveway. Haven't moved an inch in, now, OVER  year).

Bring home butter

THAT was the text Stoney sent yesterday. Not "please bring home butter." He accused me of using what remained so he demanded.....FUCK YOU KID. I called, told him the very least he could do was say "please." THAT was the watershed moment. He went OFF. Same old shit, you killed, you___________ you____________, you've heard it all before. He hung up repeatedly, typical brat bullshit. I finally told him if he fucked with anything, he was on the street, that his behavior has become wildly inappropriate-and that if he'd only ask in a humane way, he could have anything. He responded "fuck you, I'll have Jeff buy it if you don't." My response: "move in with him." He continued, "I'm gonna kill myself" (ok, point being?????????) and the rest of his usual crap, avoiding the issues. I asked why he needed a lift to social security-he said he didn't have $$$ for a metrocard. Remember the x-box? PS4? x-box #2? When I came home and found him and his friends drinking a bottle of Jack? Bet he wished he had that $ now.  Plenty for weed, nothing now, sucks for you kiddo.

Get home, he punched holes in my bookcase. Destroyed HIS bookcase, broke the banister. I pulled his internet, told him he has a week to fix the banister, or he loses internet. He was told the next negative word he utters will result in his homelessness.

I took the butter I brought home, threw it out. He went to the garbage to retrieve it (nice job there kid, hope you're proud). Went, again, threw it out, opened.

I pay all the bills, provide a roof. He destroys the bathroom, living room, his room, garage door, bookcase, and 2 cars. Nice.

Enjoy what you got kid, nothing. A lice infested bed and no drugs.

Just          like         mommy

***Keep hangin' with Lisa n' Jeff, when they're gone what will you have? More people sick of your asking THEM to do your shopping.

1)Internet goes
2)He goes.

Enough. Everyone I encounter tells me the same "kick the asshole out."

"Mommy_____________Mommy__________It's dead. STILL dead, will continue to BE dead.

Even the dog didn't want any part of him.

Got enabler?

So, guys @ the job ask wassup w/Stoney? Of course, he interviewed, has no SS card, so, did nothing for 6 days. "I'm waiting for my ride on tuesday." This is the same ride that enables the shit outta him (so, move in with the alcoholic and the addict???????????????). These people are great at not doing shit, but enabling the fuck outta everyone. One does nothing but drink and bitch (and work, occasionally), the other does nothing but drink, bitch, and drugs-oh wait, and nails. These are Stoney's new best friends. Nice eh?

So, he finally went to the office to get a card, did he do anything else? Who the fuck cares. I'm done. Tired of his invading my space and stealing from me. Tired of his turning MY house into a shithole. Tired of his drugs and his slovenliness (google is asshole).

THESE are the people he calls his "friends?" Good, enjoy them, as you sit and sit and sit and smoke in your room. While life passes you by.

Just         like           mommy.

Got heroin???????????????

Get in, get to the front door, locked. Not a good sign. Hear voices etc.....

Stoney's friends are over. Drug house lives!!!!!!

One in the shower (??????????????) 2 needles on my placemat, Clothes all over the dining room table. GREAT knowing I was out working and this shit was happening.

I FREAKED. Told whomever is in the bathroom to get the fuck out, NOW. Told them to fess up, the asshole in the bathroom admitted the needles were his. In the towel, ordered him out of the house. He asked about his clothes, I told him he should have thought of that before soiling my house with drugs, and he had until I could dial 911 to get the FUCK out.

Stoney's brotherformanothermother apologized, I told him I understood, but if his friend EVER set foot in this place, he'd be arrested. Told him his stuff would be here for one month, then out.

Stoney? Stoned. TOTAL asshole,

Can you believe he'd do this? Expose MY HOME to this?

Wait, it gets better!!!!

The shower door, broken.

FUCK.

JUST LIKE MOMMY.

So, here we are

Stoney was supposed to start @ Stop n' Shop, no ss card, no job. No shit asshole.

Neighbor across the street asked if I wanted to sell the Hyundai, you know-the car that's been sitting there for a year. Told him to ask the master of the house-who lacks a ss card. And a job.

Brotherfromanothermother? Guess what? He was arrested for possession in May! Guess what he had on him? Hint: got a needle?????????????????

And remember, Stoney was mad I kicked him out????????????

So, After being out of the house for two hours-a miracle in itself, Stoney comes back in. Of course, gets baked.

But I'm Satan, remember.

Too Much Junkie Business

Come home, junkie's back!

Stoney's brotherfromanothermther, aka "junkie" (needle abusing heroin addict), was away for a couple of days, then POOF! He's back!

Fuck this.

I told him, "look, I love you like the son I never had, but you're out. Between the drugs, the weird hours, making my house a haven for unwelcome guests...by fri you need to be out."

Now, remember I told Stoney to speak with him re: the needles???

Fucking guy was in DETOX!!!!!

Did Stoney ever get back to me re: the needles? Not a word!

AND, the little shit is PISSED!!! He's livid that I told the junkie to leave!

"you'll never see your grandkids....." good. Fuck them AND fuck you.

Amazing.

Stoney's livid that I tell a junkie he needs to leave my house-after 3 months of doing nothing but needles, after 3 months of "he's just going to leave some of his things..." (even the junkie understands, amazing. My son is off the wall and a stranger gets it. A stranger hooked on junk!!!).

My response: let him live with his parents! Let him live with any one of the endless procession of drug abusing visitors  who come and go incessantly.

Stoney's response: you don't buy me food.

Plenty of $ for cigs and weed though.

Amazing.

Just          like           mommy

Oh wait, the ultimate report "mommy wouldn't....."

Newsflash: mommy;s dead, killed herself. Loved you so much she ditched you and everything.

GREAT example. A quitter who was high as a kite. Hmmmmmmm, sound familiar?????

But wait, there's more!!!!!

The card I DID get-from Pedrito? He opened!!!!!

And this asshole has the balls to ask for ANYTHING???????????????????

JUST        LIKE            MOMMY

Happy Father's Day?

This am, not a card, nothing. He asked if I could get him something as he was throwing up. My response: not even a "happy father's day? Not even a card?" His answer: I don't have any $. Ok, smoke some more weed asshole. Didn't go to work because his boss.........so no $. All of a sudden realizes he needs $$$ ?????????????? Claims he might have to go to the hospital, good. I'll have a peaceful night. (sounds like his mommy doesn't it? Hospital answers all ills???) Does he have insurance????????? Hospital for a tummy ache?

Lets see, no weed? No cigs? No drugs? Tummy ache????? Some call it withdrawl.
got rehab?

Yet he's now upstairs, dick deep in his ex.

SMH.

Told You So

(but that doesn't make it hurt less)

This am, a MIRACLE!!!

Stoney stated he was going to work @ 9am, so I worked out, reentered Drughouse @ 9:30, he's there. WTF? He walked out of his gig. Problem with the boss.

Target? Miscommunication/confusion re: days off, translation: he no called, no showed too often.

Wendy's? The boss is an asshole...conflict.....

Gonna be one skinny kid.

He asked if I could put in a good word, of course I said I could. But that doesn't address the problem.

Took the opportunity to call a spade a spade: asked him to speak with the junkie in the living room re: when he was leaving.

Stoney asked to borrow my computer to send apply online to jobs, let that sink in. Who violated my privacy by displaying screenshots to Bitch? NOW he needs my computer? I told him I didn't trust him, that he had to earn it, and that he needed to stay the FUCK outta my room as a start.

Also, took the opportunity to use the teachable moment, asking: "all that $$$ you spent on x-box, then ps 4, then x box games. Any regrets?"

Remember when I told Psychobitch he needed to bank some coin.

What does he have to show for it now?

A nicotine/marijuana habit.

2 cars in the driveway that haven't moved in a year.

"Friends" who mislead him.

Knew it would come to this.

Just       like      mommy.

Timing is everything

But sometimes, doing nothing is important.

This has been quite a year of change. In 6 days, I will finally be free. This will mark one year since Bitch left us.

I've had quite a time of it, but somehow made it through.

Started working @ CATC, ran in AP to escape.

Ran in AP to stay sane, avoid Bitch.

Ran in AP to fight my isolative tendencies.

Despite myself, made friends.

Had these friends ridiculed by Bitch.

Left my comfort zone to parent a son who lo0athes me and does little besuides drugs.

Had this same person move a needle abusing addict into my living room, "mom would..." yeah right, mom also killed itself. Example thus negated.

Now, still have my running friends, though my circle has grown.

Somehow, made it through.

WTF?????????????

Up all night, sleep all day.

Up is down, down is up.

Regularly enter my room, rifle through my belongings, take whatever he chooses.

"Put a shirt on," I'm told in MY house.

But it's ok to hammer after midnight.

It's ok to come and go up to and including 1:19, AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wonder why your life's going nowhere?

But we got smoke, and needles.

Just.......like.......Mommy.

Welcome

To drug house.

Cleaning? Nope, we never do it.

Contribute, nope we don't do shit.

Needles? Oh sure, we got 'em. No regular schedule, people coming in and out at odd hours, but nothing regular.

Oh, wait, there's more! We work almost 40 hours, yet have no money to repay First Bank of Dad. Good thing brotherfromanothermother receives welfare.

But WAIT, there's MORE!!!!! Insist dad stay out of the room, yet regularly invade dad's space.

Got smoke??????????????????

Let's do the math

April 4, Stoney's brotherfromanothermother "stores" his stuff in my house. April 6 he moves in. April 8, his girlfriend spends the night.

2 weeks later, he leaves his used needles in the bathroom and living room.

One week later, Stoney tells me I cannot speak directly to him.

One week after that, I get the results from the lab. Yep, he's an addict.

Last week, a colleague informs me he went for an assessment at a drug program.

Must be nice to enjoy your home. I wouldn't know.

Last week, Stoney-again-breaks my balls re: not printing money. Plenty for smoke, but nothing else apparently.

Now, lets think about this. He claims poverty, yet works 40 hours, contributing zero to the house. I'm talking doesn't even clean his shithole of a room. A crackhouse is better maintained.

Yet, we're still better off than a year ago.

...as 2 cars remain in the driveway. Hope Stoney's enjoying them.

Got any weed?????

TOTAL asshole

Yes, my son.

This morning, he hadn't-yet-smoked. He got pissed at something, words exchanged, repeated "fuck you" to his father.

I pray he has a son exactly like he is.

Just like his mother.

Enters my room, steals my possessions, got angry I called him on it, THREW them back at me, and then utters those words.

Just like his mother.

Cunt #2

So, Plaintiff's seeds sewn.

Yesterday night, squatter is in the driveway talkin' with fidget-snaggletooth's manbitch. Of course, the weather is warmer, so the shit comes out to play.

These assholes have nothing better to do that get in other people's business.

I warned squatter. Oh well.

After he leaves, snaggletooth rages on about how it claimed to have "taken care of Keith..." WTF??? Hates to see.....blah blah blah.

Drink some more, take some more drugs. Doing you a lot of good.

AS the 2 cars are still in the driveway, mattress still in the living room, second mattress still in the living room.

Still better than last year.

Got drugs?

Knew it

Got the results, suffice to say the needles weren't medicinal.

Better, the kid went for an addiction assessment. These people forget the people for whom I was employed, there are no secrets.

So, I have an addict under my roof. Great. Replaced one with another.

Needles???

Had a really good day yesterday. Got my miles, hit the gym, then off w/Randi to the 1/2 expo. At night, hit my meeting. Really good. Had a brief talk w/Sunny, telling him Stoney was gonna ask him wassup w/the needles. Yes, needles.

It's been well over 6 weeks, since we went from "a friend of mine will be keeping some of his stuff here," to he moved in, to, his girlfriend spent the night, to I found needles. Told Stoney to speak wth him about it. Found more.

Sent one to the lab for testing, the other to the 8th precinct.

He'd better tell the truth or he's getting arrested.

Enough.

Deja vu

Again, note the time.

God fucking forbid I get some rest.

Asshole living with us and his best friend-you know, the person Bitch gave birth to-are stoned out of their minds. Almost midnight, and Stoney can't understand the need for quiet.

Only house on the block with lights on, and he doesn't think this is odd.

His room? Sheet covering the window (could you BE more ghetto???).

What comes out of his mouth? Remember, this is my son: "suck my dick." Nice.

He revisits every phrase the dead bitch used, every allegation, really a wonderful night. All this as the rest of the world is quiet. STILL bringing up the bullshit about being responsible for his own groceries. To which I replied (@ this point I was fed up) "you work full time, don't contribute anything to the house, yet can't afford groceries????????? How much weed DO you smoke.

Total asshole. 20 years old, soon 21, and what does he have to show for it? Blaming me for his mothers' bullshit. He doesn't see deadbitch shit all over him by committing the ultimate in narcissistic behavior.

Oh wait, I forgot. Guess what I found? Yes, another needle!!!!!

Really makes me feel good about breaking my balls. A stoned 20 year old telling ME wassup. I finally told him, "I pray you have a child as rude and disrespectful as you are."

Truly, I do. He deserves it. Entitled little shit.

Joy.

WTF

Note the date, and the time.


April 6, Stoney's friend moves "some of his things in for a few days." Next, his friend is sleeping in the living room, in a queen sized bed-good to enjoy my living room isn't it????? Next, his friend AND his friends girlfriend in my living room.

6 weeks later, guess who's STILL in my living room?????????????

Oh, wait. Stoney actually thinks he has a right to this.

Oh, wait. Stoney AND his friend, and their friends, providing a near constant stream in and out of the house until well after midnight.

Weeks and weeks and weeks.

Good thing Bitch instilled in him his feeling of entitlement. Oh, did I mention their sink full of dishes-since last June? Works, doesn't have bills, yet has to go buy a loose cig because he doesn't have enough for a pack????? JUST LIKE MOMMY.

Tonight, no less than 16x in and out of the house. SIXTEEN. The only house on the block like this.

Amazing.

Just Like Mommy

Tax time came and went, Stoney? Nothing. Just like Mommy.

April 1-4 I was due to be away. Told him I'd forgive his debt (he owed a total of $100, $60 + $40 lent separately) if he kept the house intact in my absence. I come home, all appeared well. Note, "appeared." His brotherfromanothermother's stuff was there. He was "keeping his stuff there in between moves." Next thing, a night, then a week, then his girlfriend is sleeping there. Next, girlfriend's son is with us-roaming through the house. When I indicate how inappropriate this is, you don't even wanna know the response. He actually thinks this is ok.

I have no rights in my house, but his friends can do whatever they want.

Wait, it gets better. A week later, he borrowed $60. That was april 6. Telling me he'd pay it back that Thursday. THAT was over 2 weeks ago.

So, his friend who was "keeping his stuff with us for a few days," has moved in for the last 2 weeks. His debt, still not repaid. WAIT, it gets better!!!!! His friend is receiving public assistance!!!!!


Just like Mommy. No responsibility for anything.

What does he do all day, lay around and smoke.

But WAIT, it gets BETTER!!!!! He threatened to kill me after I asked the tenant when he was moving. I was told I can only speak to the tenant through Stoney. The tenant decides to inform me re: what Stoney's going through. "His mother....you have to understand..." At that point I told him to shut up, that he had no right to make such comments to me in my house.

So, I have an unwanted guest in my home, to whom I may not direct comments.

Just like Mommy.

31???

Damn, forgot!!!!


Tomorrow will be 31 years clean! What a fucking coincidence!!!!!


Didn't plan it this way, life kind'a happened, and it all fell into place.


Hope my mother and father are proud.


Glad bitch isn't.

Day 2

Second day here in dc, feeling good!


Remember when CUNT said all those ugly things; "no one will ever love you..." well, got picked up @ the Metro by peeps, hung out with peeps, will spend the race day with peeps.


Who's alive bitch?????

The next day

So, after ANOTHER night of Stoney's friends' comings and goings (all after 10pm, involving repeated door slamming-and HE says I'm noisy??????? Again, just like his cunt of a mother.), made it through the night. Who calls while I'm working out? Pedrito. Wanted to know where we were Easter. I responded "you know why I wasn't there." We proceeded to have what I thought was a private discussion. Lo and behold, he told his cunt. 2 hours later, a call, on his cell-his cunt knows I wouldn't have picked up their landline. I told it after it went full tilt psycho, I didn't feel the need to expose myself to that level of illness. It tried, I wasn't having any of it. I DID tell it to turn the page, frankly, because as you know, the opposite of love ISN'T hate, but apathy. And further engagement of this cunt would merely waste calories.

Another night of the endless stream (28x!!!!!!!!!!!) of in and out the house. If Stoney ever saw his behavior, he himself would be shocked.

Easter

1)So, Pedrito sent an Easter card. After his cunt called me a bunch of shit (parsimonious, not nurturing...)I never opened it. Stoney-day late/dollar short-texts me Easter pm, asking when I was leaving to go hang @ Pedritos. Of course, after cunt's behavior @ Christmas, suffice to day its funeral will be my next visit. Instead of wasting my time in the presence of a judgemental religious cunt, who goes to church, contributes (her husband's money) lavishly, I went to a meeting. As fate would have it, I was asked to lead it. Things happen as they should.

I WAS annoyed I blew a chance for Stoney to hang with the fam, since he blew us off the last 3 occasions, but he understood why. He also questioned why cunt hadda claim he stated I wasn't nurturing, when he sent me the e mail at approximately that same time saying we needed to man u and not be pussies.

Useless cunt.

Sound familiar?????????????


2)Herb: went to my usual meeting last night. A while back, this asshole started frequenting this meeting. Wore a bow tie, always spoke of his being a musician in several churches.....not unlike JP.  Lo and behold, he relapsed. After claiming he has 15 years "sobriety" (asshole was abstinent/dry. His hubris preempted sobriety), his girlfriend dumped him. Guess his sobriety was pussy based. Never EVER give a cunt power over you. Asshole.


3)Stoney: woke up this am, started to prep to split to start the day. Of course, as I leave to start the day he's just about falling asleep. He asks "did you get any Easter candy?" God bless him. I got teary. No matter how old you are, you wish for a Christmas stocking or something (of course, he had plenty of weed but couldn't even get a card for his father), and an Easter basket-or treats @ the least. Since this year is the year of change, I didn't even bring up Easter, but his remark touched my heart. No matter how adult he thinks he is, he's a kid. So, first thing this am, I got him some treats. We have no toilet paper (it's his turn to buy some, so naturally we're out. He bogarted some from his friends), but he has treats. Good. He deserves them, he's a good person. No matter what, his inner child is alive.

S.O.S.

So, 2 weeks ago, Stoney asks for $$$, promising to repay by thurs.........overdue a week. when I ask what happened, he responds with texts JUST LIKE HIS MOTHER. Raging, angry. God forbid you fulfill your responsibilities.

He's-again-tapped out. Yet, first thing he does when he gets paid???? Hosts another smoke out @ Toxichouse. Today, he has neither $$$ for smokes or anything else.

We agreed last time it was needed, I'd get toothpaste and t.p. The agreement? next time, he'd get them. So, of course, we haven't had t.p. for 3 days.

JUST LIKE MOMMY.

The day afer he defaulted on his "loan" from me? Didn't go to work, called in.

JUST LIKE MOMMY.

But, plenty of $ for smoke.

1)He'll nver get $$$ again.
2)I'm going to the auto show.
3)He's really hasta get his shit together.

Sunday's Easter. Ask me if I care. Spend another dinner with crazy bitch Angela? don't think so.

What I've learned

1)God ISN'T a panacea: "I prayed for..."  "God_____ (fill in your favorite verb)..."  We-as humans-were created with free will. Whatever happens in life is a direct result of the choices we make. God didn't bless you with a child, you fucked and that is the result. More proof? Ms.Jeeeeeezus/"wait for the miracle"/I teach religion/I had 4 abortions/I verbally abuse my husband nightly befcause I'm bipolar as a motherfucker, suicide. Rather than face its problems or pray over them (?????????????) escape. Is THAT part of God's plan? @ what point does God's plan cease and human free will begin?

2)The internet replaced pussy. Emotional closeness is one thing, but w/instant porn on the internet, pussy has been replaced. People can never be replaced, I love my peeps, but shooting a load is shooting a load-details are unimportant. And don't give me that god shit, we were given sex as a gift yet need to complicate the fuck out of it. Do we get so moral about breakfast???? Eating is a need, so is sex.

3)No free rides. Want something? Work. The amount you earn is unimportant. If min wage gets you what you need-good. More is better, but blessed is he who is good w/what he's got. Again, i.e.Bitch. Spent, spent, spent. Then, when it became time to pay up????? Bitch dead in its piece of shit car. Nice.

4)Take responsibility. Bitch offed itself because it couldn't.Fuck her. Did us ALL a favor. Even the dog sleeps better. T.C.B. and you owe nothing to anyone but yourself.

Another day, another Bitch

Gotta give Stoney credit, he gets others to do his bidding.

Come in the other day, groceries were plentiful.

Cynthia.

I asked him who he got to do his shopping.

Affixed to home cooked, ziplocked containers: "for Keith."

Really CUNT????

You trespass (the house is in my name, duh), put shit in the fridge in MY house, and put labels on them????

STUPID cunt.

Does the twat have ANY idea how many boundaries it breached?

What would happen if I entered, uninvited, its home and put shit in its fridge????????????????

Fucking stupid cunt.

Not to mention enabling Stoney.

Amazing, utterly amazing.

But, to Stoney's credit, got the cunt to do what he needed. Well done.

WTF

aka, Just Like Mommy

I come in, Stoney claimed he was supposed to be @ work an hour earlier. He was there. Hadda pee, went into the bathroom, he was "doing his hair." Told me "next time stay outta the bathroom............" THIS from a person who enters whenever he wants, so, of course I asked "so it's ok for you to..." Of course his response "I'm not in the mood to..........."

Smoke some more, really doing a lot for your anger. Working wonders for your boundary issues.

Gets paid, smokes. Any $ in the bank?????????

THIS is how you interact with First Bank of Dad???

Really makes you feel good about providing a home.

Just like Mommy.

Must be nice to have someone around who gives the same level of respect they receive.

Just like Mommy.

Just Like Mommy

Remember when I -as if I hadda- asked Stoney to stay outta my room?

2 days ago, find his lighter in front of the tv in my room, he claimed he went to the window to see what Hulk was barking at. I open a drawer last night, he'd-again-fucked with my things. This comes on the heels of his room FILLED with smoke from his friends and his favorite pastime. This means he'd intentionally gone through my belongings-AS IF HE HAD THE RIGHT!!!!!

So, what have I learned?

1)He cannot be trusted
2)His word is worthless
3)Just like his mother, he feels he has the right to violate boundaries, as he contributes NOTHING to the household.

His response "it was only a_____." NOT THE  POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He, again, violated my trust.

Never again.

1)He will never ever be loaned $. Let him abstain from weed.
2)I will always check each and every crevice of my home to ascertain the status.
3)THIS is what I get for trusting.

Lied TO MY FACE when I asked why he was in my room, after giving his word to not do so.

Just like Mommy. Way to keep a vow.

This is what I get for doing the right thing.

Oh wait, it gets better!!! THEN, as I'm feeling utterly despondent, he enters my room-WITHOUT KNOCKING. I quit, I'm done. Good luck kid.

Better!

Passed through the worst of winter uneventfully. Couldn't say THAT last year!

Stoney? Borrowed ANOTHER $10, see last post. As of THAT point, he was already late repaying what he'd borrowed, now, deeper in the hole. MIGHT try giving up the weed???

Sop, why better? Remember all the yelling and screaming from last year? For SOME reason, no more of that. Hmmmmm, wonder why.

2 cars, STILL in the driveway, haven't moved an inch.

Me? REALLY good. Loving a peaceful early retirement. Actually able to speak with Keith without interference, Hopefully, one day, years from now, he'll realize what I did for him.

If not, I'm better anyway. One day at a time doing VERY well.

S.O.S.

Stoney STILL taking after his mother.

"Borrowed" some $, claimed he'd repay it a week later, 2 weeks later-after smoking daily, nothing.

Laundry? Hasn't done any since.....weeks..............

This am, breaking my balls re: spoons. Yes, spoons. Claims to have washed some yesterday, none to be found. He washed zero. The dishes he DID wash I put away.

And he wonders why he hasn't accomplished shit. Keep smokin'.

Went to Deb's father's funeral yesterday. Really put a lot into perspective. Remember how Bitch loathed her? Who's here and who isn't???????????????

Well done?

So, Stoney affords me no privacy, smokes daily, and lives like a pig. BUT, he IS a VERY good kid, just doesn't know any better.

He deserves major props for doing the best he can, yet.....I'm told I can't do certain things. Let THAT sink in. Who's telling WHO?????

Goes through all my belongings at will. Not because he's an asshole, but because he's been raised to believe he has that right.

Bitch's legacy.

Brrr!!!

It's THAT time of year.

So far, we've been fortunate. Take New Year's Eve/Christmas for example. Both were above normal temps, the Hangover Run was in shorts! Now though, the winter hits the fan. Up to a foot predicted. We had it coming, we've been REALLY fortunate.

House is ok. Stoney settling into his groove: wake up, smoke, play video games, smoke, eat, work, repeat. With 2 alpha males, you'd think things would be more volatile. But with PsychoBitch out of the picture, things are quite domestic.

Pedrito called to assure I looked after his casa during the impending snow. He, of course, asked about Stoney. Same old.

Life is good, and quiet.

*ran into Kevin @ a meeting. Broke up with his woman. Always looked @ him as temporary. He sucked Bitch into suckig ME into the insurance bidness, a year later I'm out and he's with a dif company. Remember all the fights over the phone with him and his woman? Cut to a meeting a week ago, he's saying they split up. He's working for another insurance company. All this time, his woman was the paycheck, he never really made consistent $$$ with insurance-as you all well know. I hope he does well, he's a really good guy, but the type who really doesn't stay long enough to grow roots. Pity. After all those years, what does he have to show?

I, despite all the pain and heartache, have Stoney. Love him to death, despite his anger and scorn. Again, one day I pray he realizes I didn't escape. I stayed for him to be there. Meanwhile, where's his enabler?????

Told Ya So

Remember the days? I was threatened with legal action for (GASP) eating food from the fridge? So, now, Stoney's fucked. All his $$$ goes to weed, he eats fast food or absolute shit. Last time he had a real meal? I guess when he ditched me to go to The Reilley's.

So, what legacy did Bitch leave? Every man for himself, and I have no rights.

Stoney feels free to go through everything, yet takes offense when I enter HIS room-which, of course, is located in MY house. HIS cars? Still rotting in the driveway.

Come in the other day, contents of a drawer dumped all over the floor.

Just like mommy.

Just Like Mommy

So, Stoney is cold. The house is cold. And? Does anyone besides me pay any bill? So, another cold winter. Pity.

Question: besides me, who contributes to the house?

My fave post was a grade school peep. Her Christmas pix consisted of bows placed on a light switch, television, oven, and front door. The caption: "my Christmas gifts to my family."

And was I even wished a Merry Chritamas? Nothing.

As 2 cars sit in the driveway, still.