I hate my grandmother. When my grandfather (this is on my dad's side) died a few years ago my mom and dad moved my grandmother into an apartment across the street from them. Then my mom got cancer again and started having a lot of treatments, she had to quit her job so she could stay home and rest and recover. Well granny never could understand the concept of ringing a doorbell or knocking before you went into someone's house, she would just walk in when my mom was in her nightgown trying to do these things she had to do, and there's granny. Then she'd sit there and complain about how she didn't like her apartment compared to her house and ask mom a lot of stupid questions and tell her stories from 20 years ago that nobody cared about. So dad told granny that my mom needed her rest and needed to be left alone, but she kept doing it, so finally they had to start locking the door. So then granny would call the house 80 times a day, and leave stupid messages on the answering machine. "I was wondering what you thought about them building the new store in town" and stupid crap like that. Who gives a f***? So dad had to tell her not to call their house unless it was something important. Then granny went driving one day and hit another car and just drove off like it was no big deal. So then my mom looks out her window and sees a cop car outside granny's and has to call my dad at work. So dad told granny he didn't want her driving anymore if she wasn't going to be responsible but she just HAD to do her shopping on Tuesday because that's when the seniors get their lousy 5% discount. It's also the day the supermarket parking lot turns into a demolition derby. So then mom would see granny drive off anyway when she wasn't supposed to, she told dad and dad told granny if she didn't quit driving he was going to take her keys away because she could hurt someone. So then my dad's worthless alcoholic brother starts calling the house demanding to know why my mom is "snitching" on granny. After a year of this bull***t mom's health started going downhill, the doctor said she probably only would have a few years left, and then one morning she just died. No warning. You can't tell me that my granny being such a pain in the *** all the time didn't contribute to it. My mom would still be alive today if granny would have just stayed in her own damn house and left my mom alone. Now my mom is dead, she never got to see me get married and she never got to see my sister get remarried and she will never see any of her grandchildren. But granny is still alive well into her 80s, doing nothing but finding new ways to be a pain in the *** to everybody. She killed my mom. Call me sick, call me mean, call me a brat, I don't care. That old witch killed my mom and she gets to live and make everybody miserable.
I freakin' HATE IT when you go onto a message board to post something and some jerk responds to it by saying, "Duh, someone already started a thread about this just eight weeks ago." Forgive me if I don't spend all my free time looking over every single post/thread to see if something was already talked about. One time I posted on a board to ask a question where there already over 50 pages of threads, and the first response was one like this. It's so stupid. Excuse me for offending you, Mr. Master of the Internet Message Board. I forgot that your entire life is spent sitting in your mom's basement in front of your computer.
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Why is it so hard for some guys to grasp the fact that girls can rock just as much as them?
I just recently was asked to join a pretty well-known southern California local band on a few songs, but one thing they didn't mention is that their lead guitarist had no knowledge of this invitation and was against girls in rock bands.
When I showed up to a practice he thought it was cute that I was watching them. I said I was there to learn my part or make one up.
He was furious and yelled at me to get out.
I can't believe he was so against it.
What the hell?
For some reason, I feel that my in-laws are playing favorites when it comes to grandkids. They never want to spend any time with my child, but they always want something to do with my neice and nephew. It's not fair, and I want to tell them so bad that I'm hurt by their actions.
Ok for the last 2+ years I have come down with a condition that makes it so that I can't eat ANY good food, no fruits, breads, etc. All I eat now are brown rice with eggs. All I can drink is water.
On top of this my condition make's it so that I cannot kiss, I cannot have sexual relations. I am in a constant state of cloudy headedness and I cannot hold down a real job because I have way too many medicinal and food routines I have to go through daily.
I have this one small job I can do from home that has held me through allowing me to pay my sparse living expenses. I need to make more to spend on medicine and health treatments but this last few months I'm not even making enough money to cover basic living expenses.
I feel pushed into a corner, I can't work until i'm healthy and I can't get healthy until I have money and time to spare. The health condition I have has so little research on it that 10 doctors all tell me different things, and so I spend money on treatments that don't work again and again. All the while my life is flying by, it's been years now with this condition and while i see other people developing relationships and gaining experience I am stuck in this mess. My job is so awful sometimes I work for 6 hours a day for 7 days in a row and make nothing.
I see my friends eating good food and enjoying life and having the audacity to complain about their problems. Meanwhile I am really being tested by what is happening, to continue fighting when you have no sex, no good tasting food, no clarity of mind, no money, and no solution in sight you're left steaming at the hand you're dealt.
I'm a romanticist, always before when I worked I kept a loved one in mind as motivation, but now I can't work and I have no ability to love. Such simple things that so many people take for granted are now what I covet.
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