I don’t think I’ve ever written a whole post about my mom.
I’ve
mentioned her in the
past but I haven’t dedicated a full post on her.
Many of my close friends know the hatred I have for her and
my dad. People that meet them for the first time always think “oh your mom is
so nice, I have no idea what you are talking about” or “you’re wrong your
parents are such nice people” and it always pisses me off. I mean you meet them
what a few times? And you think that you already know the person? Come on
seriously, you are talking to their children, people who have lived with them
for a majority of their lives and people aren’t going to tell you straight up
that they’re crazy.
Think of it this way a pervert isn’t going to
fucking tell you they want to touch your goodies right? You shouldn’t expect a
crazy person to do the same. My mom likes to manipulate people, why? Sympathy.
I have no idea why she wants sympathy, I guess so she can do whatever she wants
and they’ll be like “oh just let her do whatever she feels like, she’s had a
hard life” -___- really? no fuck off Lol.
The other night I had some wine with Steve and his mom and
she says to me “Your parents told me about when she was in a car accident and
that she was in a coma for three years” WTF SERIOUSLY. That’s a big fucking
lie, my mom was in a car accident that’s it, no injuries sustained only the car
was damaged, that’s it. Why the hell do they have to tell people this bullshit?
I would’ve told Steve that my mom had been in a coma and that would explain her
craziness and he knows that, or at least I hope he does. I seriously can’t
believe that Steve’s mom would believe all of her fucking lies, she’s so dumb.
I think Ashley’s mother in law used to think she was normal,
at least when they first met but that quickly changed after she took her for a visit at
the doctors office. I think they had planned to go have lunch or a coffee
together but my mom had to go to the optometrist first.
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Ok before I go on I have to explain. My mom likes to pretend
to be super retarded when she goes to the doctor. I always knew this, I think
Ashley’s always known this but not other people. She will pretend not to know a
word of English and pretend that we (her daughters) are her care aides, wtf.
Plus for some reason she has a cane and she uses it only at the doctors, she
thinks that if she has enough disabilities then the government will give her
more money that she can use at the casino instead of medicine -___-' She also
does this thing with her hands where she pretends she can’t open them. The
doctor told us he did a x-ray and had specialists look at her hand and found
nothing wrong and they couldn’t figure out why her hand couldn’t open -___-‘ wtf.
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At the end of her appointment she walked out and the office
assistant says to my mom “you have to pay the bill” she looks at Ashley’s
mother in law and says “me no speak English” like she wanted her to pay and she
says “lily, you know English perfectly fine, pay the bill” and she responds “me
no know” and starts drooling… and every second that they are there she gets more and more messed up! WTF! Now it seems they only talk when she needs
a dog sitter and asks my mom to take care of him.
My parents seem to think that Ashley’s husband and his mom
owe them a huge favor because she’s getting re-married and they met because of
them. -____-' they’re probably going to expect money.
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Let’s begin with our childhood LOL. I swear I need my own
Dr. Phil episode. Ahh memories.
I am utterly surprised that we were never taken away by the
government when we were kids. I don’t know how many times I thought about
running away but I always knew I wouldn’t get really far until I got caught.
Our mom used to like locking us outside when we did bad things
and not let us in until night time
(Ashley's the older one and I'm the baby... still have a big forehead... lol)
At school I never ate anything, the teachers would have to
bring Ashley down from her class during lunch to watch me eat because I refused
to eat. Why? Our mom would pack our lunch and what was in it usually was two
pieces of bread with butter in it… or moldy sandwiches, yum. I remember
confiding into my grade 1 & 2 teacher about how my parents would hit usand they just stuck me with a counselor who didn’t
do shit. The good days were when our dad would cook us food, I guess he is less evil than our mom lol.
There were a few times when our mom was supposed to pick us
up from school but totally forgot and after a few hours of waiting we just
ended up walking home, who lets their 8 year old daughters walk home from
school?
In Kindergarten I cut my stomach open on a sharp corner of a
desk we had in our bedroom because I was trying to climb it lol. Instead of
taking me to get stitches or proper bandages, my mom finds some napkins and
tape -___-‘ wtf. When I went to school the next day I kept holding my stomach
because it hurt and I didn’t want it to fall out. Eventually there came a time
when they took us to the gym to let us run around and they noticed that I kept
holding onto my stomach and they asked me to move my hand and this huge bloody taped
up napkin fell out of my dress LOL. They freaked out but I guess they thought I
did it at school, they went to put proper bandages on me, I still have a scar.
My favorite story of our childhood was when our mom got
arrested at Wal-mart. She took me and Ashley “shopping” after school one night
and Ashley had her backpack. We went into Wal-mart and my mom put on a pair of
jeans over her pants and told us to look out and stuffed a whole bunch of
shirts/sweaters into Ashley’s backpack. We walked out of the store and there
was a store not that far away and my mom was like “oh, look at these sweaters”
Ashley took one out to compare and two people approached us and asked her to go
with them. I kept telling my mom to just give back the stuff. Eventually they
took us to some interrogation room in the Wal-Mart and called the cops.
The cops came, they asked my mom some questions and then
eventually they took us to the police station. I was like 8? or younger and I was so
embarrassed walking out of that store with the cops and then getting into the
back of their car. Then they took us to go talk to our dad which probably was
really embarrassing for him too because he was working and his co-workers were
probably like wtf is happening?
Then we went to the station and I think they took a photo
but I remember seeing them fingerprint her. Then they let us go home. That
night I remember my mom sitting on my bed when we were trying to go to sleep
and she said “your mom is going to go to jail and its Ashley’s fault because
she took the sweater out of the bag and they saw” and I was like what the
hell? when you think about it its like WTF YOU BLAMED YOUR LITTLE CHILD ON
THE ACTIONS THAT YOU DID? REALLY?! WHAT GOOD PARENTING SKILLS!
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Now our relationship with our mom is basically non-existent,
I personally don’t care. I only care when she tries to manipulate Steve or my
friends. I don’t bring anyone over anymore. I have one friend that’s a pretty
big guy and whenever he used to come over my mom would tell me to make him move
furniture around for her and I’m like fuck off, he’s not here to help you move
shit, you can pay him and do it or fucking hire someone leave my fucking
friends alone. Then she’ll just try to move the crap herself and then start
screaming “HELP ME, OH MY GOD SO HEAVY! OW OW OW OW” and my friend knows she’s
being like this on purpose so he’ll end up doing it because she’s a fucking
bitch and won’t stop screaming.
Ashley doesn’t talk to our parents anymore, she’s lucky she
can do that. If I were out of school and financially stable I would leave right
now and never look back.
She’s still verbally abusive. She always tells people how
I’m really dumb, how I’m ugly and how I’m useless and says that “____ kid is so
smart and talented, you don’t know how to do anything” So I basically hate all
of her friends because they always talk down to me so I have no fucking respect
for them.
People always say there’s two sides to every story but I
don’t really think there is an excuse for anyone to treat their children like this. If you can't love them or support them THEN DON'T HAVE THEM!
I told Steve if we got married my parents aren’t aloud to
come to our wedding and he says he’s ok with it but I have a feeling his mom will object and
I’ll tell him that either my mom goes and I don’t or I go and she doesn’t lol,
I think it’s a pretty fair trade.
I wrote something on Facebook like last year about how my mom stole money off my table by breaking into my room and my aunt called to yell at her and what my mom did was freak out and smash dishes -___-' so I am going to assume the same would happen if anyone in my family read my blog.
There are tons of
other stories, which I may or may not post we will see.
How do your parents
compare to mine?
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