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??????????????????