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.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
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).
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).
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