Dear Hubby,

Maybe it's the PMS talking but then again... you are an ASS!

I am so sick and tired of hearing you whine about your job, and how crappy it is! You had a chance to go to college and you chose otherwise! I know your job is hard, I know you don't like it, but quite frankly after I've had a long day of cooking, cleaning, listening to children whine, cry and occasionally scream, I don't care if you had a long day of driving in the quiet truck!!!!! And don't even think about telling me how bad you need a break!

I need a fucking break! I work non stop! I work sick, injured, and without pay! I make sure you have a decent house to come home to, a nice dinner every night, and that our children are healthy and happy. I don't leave without at least one attachment that seems to scream every time they see something they want. My breakfast lunch and dinner is always cold, soggy, or sometimes absent due to the fact that Renee seems to think I am feeding her something different so she wants my plate. I have forgotten my own name and only answer to the shrill of, "MOM!" The best conversation of the day is when I am asking Angel why she thinks it is okay to tie her Kitty to a bathrobe belt and fling her around the room.

Now on to what you did this weekend! That was just wrong! How fucking dare you!!! I know you wanted to go to that birthday party for the guy at work, but come on now, if we can't get a sitter, why is it okay for you to go and not me?!? It wouldn't have been so bad if you had only stayed the 2 hours like you said you would. 9 hours there is a damn joke! I could have smacked the shit out of you because I was so mad. On top of that you came home reeking of alcohol and smoke, drunk as a sailor. That means you were fucking stupid enough to drive home drunk!!!

Why in the fuck would you risk not only your life, but the lives of everyone else on the road, and our future just so you can drive? That was supreme idiotic behavior at its worst! Don't bitch and moan to me about how bad you need a fucking break asshole! If you keep it up you will get a permanent break, due to death or paralysis. I need a husband, and these girls need a father. You are not invincible! You are not half as good as you think you are; if you were you would be dangerous. Get a fucking clue and grow up! Don't be so stupid!

Love,
Your Pissed Off Wife

Clarification...

You see that picture? That is a picture of my husband and I taken in July of 2008. We enjoy the company of one another.

I just would like to clarify about my last post. *Since I received a mean email about me making fun of my husband*

My husband knows that I blog and he knows what I blog about. We have had several discussions about it. He also reads my blogs.

Most often he reads my blog after a cooling down period. He knows that my blog is my way to vent.

Lee will be the first to tell you that his english sucks! He knows it, and I know it. He is always asking me how to spell words or how certain words should be used in a sentence. This is not news in this family. Our six year old *while advanced in reading* can read and spell better.

Yes I poked fun of my husband about his illiteracy. But there are things that I have no clue about that he makes fun of me about all the time *plumbing, electrical, propane safety, driving down town and so on.* It's not as big of a deal as someone has made it out to be.

See my husband and I are both able to laugh at ourselves as well as each other. We just wait until after we cool down. So when you think my post is mean, just remember I don't talk behind the back of anyone. If I ever have something to say, I say it. I am not fond of lying or any form thereof.

Disowned

Yup you read right... the topic of today is disowned.
Lets see the definition: dis·owned - To refuse to acknowledge or accept as one's own; repudiate. (Thank you dictionary.com)

Yup that sounds about right!

Lets start back when they first came down because DCS was looking for them if you don't remember its right here:
http://realconfessionsfromarealhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/anns-birthday-present.html

Well the part I didn't tell you was what my husband said. *Frankly I thought he was just being a judgemental dick at the time.*
He told me, "Mark my words, they are just comming down here to get your parents to pay for christmas for her boys then they are gone again."
I stuck up for her and told him, "She wouldn't stoop that low, she wouldn't use everyone like that, I'm sure she really wants to straighten her life out."

Well last night Ann calls me, and says that they are leaving tomorrow around 10am to go back. I started to tear up and told her that I would try to make it there before 10. Then I got off the phone because I didn't want her to know that I was crying.

Then tell Lee everything. I am actually really proud of him; not once did he say, "I told you so." He just let me vent.

So this morning I get up at 7:30am and start getting the diaper bag ready. I wake up my girls and get them something to eat. I broke the news to Angel and told her that they were moving away and all she wanted to know was if she was ever going to see them again. "Of course!" I tell her and she was fine with that. We were finally, fed dressed and ready about 9am and we get in the van.

I pull up to my parents house and notice that my mom's car is the only one there. *Hmmm, maybe her husband hasn't showed up yet* The girls and I get out of the van and into the house then the first thing mom says to me is, "They're gone already." I was livid! *I felt as if my heart had just been ripped out of my chest*
So of course I called her phone...

Ann:"Hello?"
Me (in a really irritated tone):"I'm really upset with you, you said you were leaving at 10, here it is 9 something and you are gone!"
Ann (with this high pitched annoying whine): "Well I'm sorry but Lance (her loser husband) has to be at work tonight."
Me: "I don't give a shit if Lance has to work."
**CLICK**

She hung up on me.

So I called her back and she didn't answer, I decided to let her have it in a voicemail. I told her that it was ridiculous that she left early and didn't give me and my girls a chance to say goodbye. I told her that I had a special gift to give the boys before they left and now I can't. (It was a box with a dozen self addressed and stamped envelopes with paper and pencils so they could write us letters.)I told her that I was real sick and tired of her using those boys and dragging them all over gods green earth just so she could sponge off people.

Just as a quick background; In the past year Ann has asked my dad for more than a total of $3,000.00, and they have lived in 5 different school districts. Lance has convinced his parents to give them twice that amount and now they are going back up there to move into a trailer that his parents financed for them.

After I left the message I asked my mom if I could leave the gift for the boys there. Of course she tells me it's fine.

Later on I had to take the girls yet again to the Dr. After an hour and a half there; Renee has bronchitis, and Angel has strep-throat. Yea! Strep! My favorite bacteria; group A streptococcus! On my way to the pharmacy I realize that I have to call Ann and let her know because Angel got strep from Sha. *I know this because Sha was complaining of a sore throat, stomach ache and headache, just like Angel did*

THAT'S JUST FRIGGIN WONDERFUL!

So of course I call and she does not answer, then I call Lance... same thing. I left a VM on Lance's phone saying that I didn't know if Ann was afraid I'd yell at her again or something, but I needed one of them to call me back concerning the health of their children.

Yes I said the first part in a bitchy tone, and for the second part I sounded more like a doctors office calling about test results. *Odd how those two can be combined in one sentence.*

About 5 minutes later my phone rings

Me: "Hi.."

Ann: "What is my boys health any of your business?"

Me: "Angel has strep throat and got it from one of your boys and if they don't get treated soon it will turn in to scarlet fever!"

Ann: She didn't get sick from my boys they've only been coughing!

Me: " Sha has been complaining of a sore throat and headache for more than a week now and if you would actually take them to the doctor when they don't feel well you would have known this earlier!"

Ann: "Well then it's not my boys its my boy isn't it! Oh and by the way I hung up on you earlier because you cussed at me and you have no right to speak to me that way."

Me: "Your right, I shouldn't have cussed."

Ann: "That's right you shouldn't have and you should treat me better than you do!"

Me: "Excuse me but I have been nothing but nice to you, and have made sure to never cross you once, but now if you really would like to know how I feel I'll be glad to tell you."

That is when I really let her have it and called her out on favoring her youngest son Sha, Using both of the boys to get what she wants, faking her anxiety attacks just so she can take xanex, being too lazy to find a job, and too selfish to see how she effects everyone else.
Once I finished she starts to try to use my past against me and say, "Well you lived with dad for 2 years!"

Me: "Yup, I sure did, and I held 2 jobs, went to school full time, helped pay for groceries, split the utility bills and paid for all my daughters stuff, so what'd you do again?"

Ann: "Don't fucking never ever call me again I don't eve-"

I hung up the phone, If she can hang up on me for cussing... I can do the same ;)
She called mom and tried to tattle on me *blah blah blah like I give a shit* mom just told her she was staying out of it *when mom says that it means I'm not siding with you*. Then she calls dad and says that I'm dead to her.
How much you wanna bet she calls when she needs something from me?
Damn family drama!

Close Minded People

I took my sister and her boys out to a family fun night at our local Wendy's. It's kind of a neat setup they have there. If you get a combo meal, the kids get their meals for .99 *wow, I can't find the cent button.... dollar, percent, nope not there guess it's in symbols, and I'm too lazy right now* so the meals are $0.99 each. Five of us ate for 14 bucks! I thought it was a steal! Anyway... They had all kinds of activities; face painting, fake tattoos, ball toss, how many cups can you stack?, coloring contest, ornament making, santa was there, and the kids all get balloons.

We were sitting there eating when about 4 police cars pull up. They all come inside and order food. My nephew Sha looks up and asks, " Why are they here?"

"They need to eat too." I say. "Oh, ok!" Sha says and bites into his chicken. My sister looks up at the cops and says, "I hate those blood sucking leeches, they're not good for anything, they are all nothing but a bunch of C***k suckers." Man I was pissed, not only is she bad mouthing cops, but she's doing it infront of the kids, oh and a couple of these guys are friends of mine!!!! So I look at her and tell her in a very matter-of-fact tone; "Actually, most officers are quite nice, It's the ones that abuse their authority that you are thinking of. Oh and I happen to know a couple of those guys and I also know that they are very sweet and helpfull." My sister just rolls her eyes.

We continue to eat and after about 5 minutes pass, my sister whispers, "You see that family over there in the next booth?" I nod my head "The guy keeps looking at us" I ask her why she thinks that? She whispers, "Well you know...." and looks at her boys. *Did I mention before that her boys are mixed?* I said, "What?" as if I didn't know what she was refferring to. She again says, "You know... leaning her head towards her boys." "It's no big deal," I say, "he is probably just looking at the kids, they seem to like kids, they have 4." She goes, "No it's because they are mixed that's why!" I wanted to smack her upside her head she is in no position to be judgemental to anyone!

I swear she is soooo close minded and selfish. All she can think about is negativity. When I looked at the officers, I seen hungry men, she seen pigs. When I looked at the family next to us, I seen a beautiful family, she seen racism. GRRRR! Really?!? I mean come on now. How pitiful. She comes down here to sponge off my family, she won't cook dinner, and has not looked for a job. She judges everyone and talks behind their backs. It makes me wonder what she has said about me behind my back... but then again... who cares!? I am a good mother, and I take care of my family, isn't that what matters most?