The Nerve of Some People…

I have children. Some grown, some are still children. My son is surviving on his own with minimum help from me, although he and the world knows, I’d give him my arm if he needed it. Yes that’s how much I love my son. He stayed on track and succeeded despite the many limitations he has faced. But enough about him…my daughter…urghhhh!!!

Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter dearly but I don’t like her. Don’t be shocked, I told her this to her face plenty of times as reminders. I brought her into this world but we don’t see eye to eye on things. At all.

Shes’s grown, barely. Okay, she’s not grown but she pretends like she is when the occasion warrants the need for maturity, but inside she has the maturity level of a 12 year old. Real shit. My daughter never matured mentally past the age of twelve.

Unfortunately, for me, I’m stuck with her at the moment. For a grown woman, or at least that what she tells people, to live with another female is a very difficult task, especially when it comes down to our situation.

My daughter has mommy issues. Sure go ahead and laugh but I am serious. She has it in her head somehow that I owe her my life or something. This kid has no concept of whats about to happen in her life at the moment though. Let me take you back some…

About a month ago we had a falling out, well a little over a month ago. She developed this attitude because I would not approve of her getting married. First, I was happy as hell that someone decided to take her off of my hands. Become someone else’s problem for a change, ya know? So I was like okay, well when? She told me and I sat there speechless. She asked whats wrong. I stated simply, you’re both are still living here? Under my roof, with me as the sole provider of the household, because I’m the only one with income. That is not going to work. Point blank. Let me tell you why.

At the time, they were both unemployed, with no intention on getting a job, at least thats the goals that my daughter has created for her life. A stay at home mother. Right. But in my home??? This couldn’t be right. I was not being expected to support not only her and my grandchild, but him and his older child also.

I tried to explain the decisions that they were both about to make wasn’t good timing in either of their lives but my daughter is stubborn and more to the point I learned if I say no, then it’s full speed ahead. She is spiteful that way. So, after trying to make her see reason of why she and him should wait until things are stable for them both, I gave up the diplomacy, the niceness, in other words MOM disappeared.

You have to get like that with some people. Talk to them in plain good ole English. Straight to the point. I tried slicing it thin for her before deliverance but she didn’t get it. So it was time to take the whole damn tree down.

I snapped. I stated that they would have to leave in no uncertain terms. I can’t condone taking care of a whole family (although I was already doing it) but them making it official was like a slap in the face. More like fuck you Mom and the rules and standards you set for your life.

Oh hey Mom!!! I know we’re behind on our rent ($300 for 2 months), and I know we don’t contribute with the cable, gas, or electric (but run my central air all day long, play Xbox, and watching Netflix while I’m out working), and we don’t clean up after ourselves or children (that’s what they think my youngest two children are for), but we want to get married, continue to mooch off of you and be continue to be complete fucking slobs….oh and on top of that give you an attitude whenever we can’t get their way.

Okay, maybe this is why my daughter has mommy issues instead of daddy issues. I am the only one that steps to this child and give her reality checks about herself. I pulled my time. My bid with that one is over. Everything I do now is from the goodness of my heart. Unless you make me angry. And now I’m angry.

HOW DARE YOU JUST ASSUME THAT I AM GOING TO TAKE CARE OF YOU, YOUR HUSBAND, AND TWO CHILDREN???

Now this is one of those times when people warn you that shit is definitely about to get real. It did.

So I crushed her little dreams (as it seems she keeps forcing me to do). Explained that they couldn’t live here if they got married. It’s one thing to live with someone while you’re trying to get yourself together and move on, but to actually come home and say (I LIE TO YOU NOT):

Son-in-law: I am so tired of my job Mom

Me: You need a job, it gets you away from the madness of your life and provides for your family.

Next day I come home to find him playing the Xbox on my television (of which both he sold me during the “I can’t pay rent phase” and conveniently forgot that both now belonged to me and my children should not have to wait for their stuff) in my living room while my two children patiently waited to watch television. What was he doing home?

Apparently my daughter told him he could quit his job, stay at home with her until he found a better one that he liked. His income tax refund was coming soon so they had no worries.

Of course they didn’t. They were living off of me. So now I have two adults with two small children who was sitting at home all day, using utilities, food, and toiletries that only I paid for. Did I tell you that I only have two CHILDREN left to finish raising??? Who are never home, always in school doing the things they’re supposed to be doing.

Yeah, so this whole marriage thing went left because I didn’t give her the reaction she wanted. I gave her the reality of what was happening. They went ahead and got married, despite my warning, didn’t tell anyone, just went to the Justice of Peace and got it done. Proceeded to come down to my job to let me know in front of my co-workers just how embarrassing she could be.

I didn’t snap then. I should have, but I didn’t. I gave them a chance. Maybe they’ll step up, do more, help out more. Nope, nada, zilch. They became worst slobs, sitting at home eating everything, making messes, waiting for someone else to keep up behind them. You know kind of the way they live their life, waiting for someone else to relieve them of their responsibilities.

Needless to say, it now war time in my home. I’m more strategic now than anything. Physically putting my hands on my daughter is going to find me in a jail cell (which she would love) and although this child deserved more ass whippings than I can count…I continue to let her live. I systematically started to take everything away. The Wi-fi box disappears when I leave the house, toiletries are locked away. Food is bought on a as needed basis.

Needless to say I’m enforcing military style. It’s working but I had to make it difficult for her and him both. I had to make them both take responsibility for their own lives, because he follows her. She’s the boss in their relationship. So despite the many talks me and him have had, he takes his lead from her, like I never said a word to him. The little bitch.

I’m at the point now of determining whether I love my granddaughter enough to keep her safe and in my home or putting their asses out on the streets and letting them try to swim in this ocean of life on their own. Let’s be serious here, the ONLY reason they are still in my home is because of my granddaughter. I fear for her safety, well-being, her whole being hell.

But even so, they are still here at the moment. I just don’t have a filter these days anymore. I say what I want, when I want and always follow up with this line, if you don’t like it, get out.

Maybe one day they’ll do exactly that and give me my peace of mind back. No I don’t like my daughter or her ways. The benefit of the doubt that something good was going to come from her has now evaporated. I have no more hope for that one. A write-off, like a bad debt I owed. But my granddaughter….ughhhh. I love her to pieces. We’ll see what happens.

What do you think I should do? Let me know, leave a comment. I will definitely swing back with updates throughout this situation as the story keeps unfolding.

Until next time…the current time is 8:33 a.m and I’m signing off.