I hate them so much. I wish I could do to them what they do to my siblings. Now that I am a parent I am even more appalled at their behavior.
My mother is the evilest, self centered, bitch. My step father ain't far behind her. They couldn't even stand each other for more than a few months at a time. I am convinced they both have mental illnesses but they have both evaluated by therapist and received a clean bill of mind. I'm not surprised. They talk a good game and are very friendly to strangers they want something from. You'd think, upon first impression, that these were the most outgoing funny sweet people.You'd be sorely mistaken. Unless you've crossed them or are under their power you'd never see this nasty evil side.
You may be thinking the same thing everyone thinks when I tell them my mother is crazy.... that I was probably a stubborn bad kid who was disciplined and didn't like it or something. You'd be right I was bad and I was stubborn and I talked back and got beat for it often. I was a pure rebel from birth. But that does not justify what these people have done. My son is beyond stubborn and he does the weirdest things (like hide BBQ ribs under the bed for 2 weeks) that make me want to slap him upside his head but I always address my son how I would like to be addressed. I speak to him like he has sense and I don't call him names.I'll admit that was after some serious evaluating of my character earlier on... that's for another post.
To show you the kind of things I experienced as a child...
My mother consistently referred to me as the devil's child when she was upset with me. As in "You stupid little bitch you are the devils child."
She was not the physical type so hugs or kisses were far and few in between which is not so bad a child can live without that and survive I guess but it has made me socially awkward in some ways. I don't like to touch or be touched by other people. I rather not shake your hand thank you.
She would always talk down to me and manipulate me into doing things she wanted me to do like lie for her to the government so she could get more money. My mother is hard of hearing but speaks and she plays the handicap card often by pretends she is deaf and mute and pretending everyone is taking advantage of her. I was her interpreter when ever we went everywhere and she lied about everything. I mean she falsified our birth certificates so we could start school early. That's illegal ain't it? but no one cared.
Ok I am getting off track.... My step father.... that man is scum. Scum on earth I would spit on. That man told my sister "You may be beautiful on the outside but you'll always be ugly on the inside." Who says that to their child?! Talk about a self esteem crusher and coming from your dad? ouch
That man feeds the children how you'd feed your enemy. He doesn't buy veggies or fruits or orange juice or anything expensive and good for you. Because it's expensive. He buys a pizza and gets a salad for himself. His kids would like a salad but nope its to expensive for them so they get pizza and he gets healthy greens. He says he needs it. Hes sick.
So back to why I am mad today. My grandmother needs a break. She goes over everyday for home work help she takes them every weekend. Usually on holidays he spends time with the kids. Shocking? Not really he's real big on pretending hes a family man. He brings them to someone else's house so he can hang out and they can eat. This Thanksgiving they were supposed to go to my mothers. My grandmothers text read as follows:
(Insert my name), I need help to think. Mami just called to tell me I need to pick the kids up for thanksgiving because her son is in the hospital and she is going in on Wednesday for her kidneys. J, F and P are counting on going to her. M badly wanted to go shopping with mami tomorrow for her birthday. They don't want to go to the other grandparents because according to J they don't want them there either. I can't stand the thought of their feeling nobody wants them, but I'm desperate for a few days without kids. I dont mean to put this on you, but 2 heads are better than one and maybe we can come up with something. It doesnt help that (their dad), who'd rather spend thanksgiving out drinking with the guys and is walking out on them, insists that they must be together celebrating thanksgiving as a family.
So once again we (my grandmother, husband, and I) step in as the role of parents. More to come later my husband just got home and I need a serious hug.
