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I hate my parents.
Sep. 24th, 2007 11:41 pmNow, thats completely cliche to the fucking MAX.
But I really, honest to god, hate my parents.
The manner in which my mother places my step father above her children makes me gag. Children, no matter the age or anything, come first. They are dependent upon you, they are YOUR responsibility you make sure they eat before you put a DAMN thing in your mouth, no matter what. So stop fucking putting him first.
Yelling at me the moment I walk in the door because HE's sick and HE has a headache and poor HIM does not make me like your husband anymore. In fact, it makes me hate him even more. When Im sick, you tell me to 'take medicine and get over it.' How bout you baby your fucking child some? Be a fucking MOTHER.
And now onto the matter taht undoubtedly brought you together: your sexual tendancies.
I dont want to hear you screaming or hear his gorilla-esque grunting every fucking morning and night. Play music, play music LOUDLY, close the door, do SOMETHING but stop making it uncomfortable for the rest of the family. Show some consideration for the people who dont want to live here, but have to. If I wasn't paying bills, my ass would be out of this place in two seconds flat.
Another thing: you are swingers. You have brought every family member under the age of 45 who visits to your damn swingers bar. My uncle and godmother were appalled, as am I. I do not want to meet the people you willingly betray your wedding vows with. I have no interest having dinner with them, or meeting their kids, or going on vacation with. I hate that disgusting lifestyle. You marry ONE person, you sleep with ONE person, you give ONE person you entire being: body, mind, heart, and soul. You DO NOT SHARE PARTNERS. When one of you gets aids, I'll laugh in your face.
Last point, which is the true and deepest point of this rant against you: STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM. Tonight marks the SECOND night I have found a left over toy of yours. The first was purple, had two heads (I'm guessing one for your fat ass and the other for your crusted vagina?) and vibrated. Tongiht, it was a clear light blue and had balls in it. I dont know what it did. I am disgusted. You break the sanctity of my ONLY space in this house, all so you can get your rocks off? I have CHILDREN in here for christs sakes! My rats are VERY smart, they know when people other than Mom come in this room. Oh, and for the reference? I am Mom. You = pig. I bet that turned you on even more! The thought of my poor babies probably scared to fucking DEATH of you two mauling each other. Twice you've forgotten to take your toys with you, only god knows how many times you've been in my room! STAY THE FUCK OUT.
I cant believe I have the misfortune of being in a household that is so beyond fucked. If I financially could handle it, my sister and I would be out of here faster than you could strip. Oh, and by the way: PLEASE WEAR FUCKING CLOTHES. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR SAGGING TITS AND FAT ASS ANYMORE.
But I really, honest to god, hate my parents.
The manner in which my mother places my step father above her children makes me gag. Children, no matter the age or anything, come first. They are dependent upon you, they are YOUR responsibility you make sure they eat before you put a DAMN thing in your mouth, no matter what. So stop fucking putting him first.
Yelling at me the moment I walk in the door because HE's sick and HE has a headache and poor HIM does not make me like your husband anymore. In fact, it makes me hate him even more. When Im sick, you tell me to 'take medicine and get over it.' How bout you baby your fucking child some? Be a fucking MOTHER.
And now onto the matter taht undoubtedly brought you together: your sexual tendancies.
I dont want to hear you screaming or hear his gorilla-esque grunting every fucking morning and night. Play music, play music LOUDLY, close the door, do SOMETHING but stop making it uncomfortable for the rest of the family. Show some consideration for the people who dont want to live here, but have to. If I wasn't paying bills, my ass would be out of this place in two seconds flat.
Another thing: you are swingers. You have brought every family member under the age of 45 who visits to your damn swingers bar. My uncle and godmother were appalled, as am I. I do not want to meet the people you willingly betray your wedding vows with. I have no interest having dinner with them, or meeting their kids, or going on vacation with. I hate that disgusting lifestyle. You marry ONE person, you sleep with ONE person, you give ONE person you entire being: body, mind, heart, and soul. You DO NOT SHARE PARTNERS. When one of you gets aids, I'll laugh in your face.
Last point, which is the true and deepest point of this rant against you: STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM. Tonight marks the SECOND night I have found a left over toy of yours. The first was purple, had two heads (I'm guessing one for your fat ass and the other for your crusted vagina?) and vibrated. Tongiht, it was a clear light blue and had balls in it. I dont know what it did. I am disgusted. You break the sanctity of my ONLY space in this house, all so you can get your rocks off? I have CHILDREN in here for christs sakes! My rats are VERY smart, they know when people other than Mom come in this room. Oh, and for the reference? I am Mom. You = pig. I bet that turned you on even more! The thought of my poor babies probably scared to fucking DEATH of you two mauling each other. Twice you've forgotten to take your toys with you, only god knows how many times you've been in my room! STAY THE FUCK OUT.
I cant believe I have the misfortune of being in a household that is so beyond fucked. If I financially could handle it, my sister and I would be out of here faster than you could strip. Oh, and by the way: PLEASE WEAR FUCKING CLOTHES. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR SAGGING TITS AND FAT ASS ANYMORE.
