Mother's Day

So... mother's day is over, its not like we really celebrate it anyways.. at least at my house.
Its a constant reminder of how much I hate my mom and how evil never dies lol.

If some of you have read some of my random posts about my family you'll know that Ashley and I have a horrible relationship with our mom, we just hate her... I'll explain in a bit if you don't already know.

I thought of doing something for Steve's mom (just like cheap flowers or something lol) but she went out with her friends so w/e don't give a shit lol.

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Now a back story

Since we were little our mom treated us like shit.

She was supposed to pick us up from school when we were like in Kindergarten and grades 1-5 but most of the time she would be at the casino and she'd forget about us. I remember having to walk home from school at like 6 years old (ashley was 8) by ourselves because we waited for her at the school till like 5pm. By that time basically all the teachers went home, I guess people assumed we lived close by or something because we would just play at the playground, otherwise, I'm sure someone would've taken us home instead of leaving little girls under the age of 10 alone. We walked home by ourselves (we literally had to walk 45 minutes to get to our house) Worst part of it all was when we got home we either had no keys because our parents couldn't trust us with them (we had to wait hours for our mom to get home) or our mom was home and she would say "oh I totally forgot about you" like it was nothing. I know some kids can walk home at such a young age but most have nannies or babysitters to pick up your kids after class and it also depends on how far away the school and house are.

I remember shutting my finger in a car door when I was in grade 1 when I was getting out of the car and she yelled at me and said that I was stupid (I was a 6 year old kid, folks) and she didn't take me to see the school nurse or anything she just drove off and left to let the school take care of it (got more stories like this, should start a blog series on them lol)

When we hit middle school I think that's when we realized how big of a psychopath she really was and our relationship separated even further. I had a few "close" friends in middle school and we'd have sleep overs quite often (better than being at home). Eventually our mom would be like "you're only going to sleep at your friends house because you want to have sex with their dad because you're a slut" .... yeah this started when I was like 13 years old, I had it worse off than Ashley (I think... lol gonna have to ask her) and it was about the time when I would just stop listening to her because the shit she said was just plain stupid according to her: "if you don't wear a jacket and you breathe in the cold air, your stomach will absorb the cold air and you will develop cancer and die" LOL

When I stopped listening to her that's when she started saying that I was possessed by demons, I was a slut and I was a drug addict because apparently all white people do drugs so that's why I kept going over to my friends houses after school -___-' and I've never done drugs and didn't lose my virginity till I was in my 20's lol and I'm still with the same guy so yeah, I'm a slut lol. Not sure about the demon possession LOL :P

In High School we argued a lot, I went to my friends house a lot because his family understood what I was going through (his mom had a bad childhood too) stayed there overnight quite a bit (got accused of sleeping around when I left the house in anger but my friend is gay so w/e lol) I don't think Ashley ever went away like that but I did a lot.

fast forward to now and I barely talk to her and when we talk she asks the same stuff over and over or just puts me down. She knows that Steve's moving out with his stupid mom and she keeps saying to me "you know he's just going to find another girlfriend because why would he want you?" "he probably has another girl to sleep with" and when I counter argue (he's moving out cause his sister is moving back to the city and how would 4 people live in a 1 bedroom suite?) she would say "i know him better than you do" "you don't know him like I do" like wtf, really! I just want to punch her.

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Anyways I hope most of you will understand why I hate mothers day and why I don't celebrate it.

Steve's mom is always like "you shouldn't tell people things like that, you should protect your mom" like I give a shit, I've tried to explain it to her so many times about how much I don't care about it and stuff but she doesn't understand, she knows these stories but she still thinks my mom is a great mom. Steve's mom is like a lot of Asian moms who think that because they gave birth to you and paid for your education etc... they're a great parent and you owe them and you owe them big.

If or when I break up with Steve, I never ever want to date a Korean or Asian person ever again unless their family is like whitewashed LOL and I will not let them meet my parents whatsoever.

Otherwise I hope you all had good mothers days LOL and realize how some or most of you are lucky to have a non-crazy mom... hopefully... lol

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Our Mom

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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Holidays

Ah.. Christmas where to begin?

When Ashley and I were little we would hear so much about Christmas from our teachers and classmates at school as well as movies/tv shows. Every year we would put out soy milk and Chinese almond cookies for Santa hoping he would come and give us the gifts we wrote him for. We would stay up late hoping that we could see him... then our mom would yell at us for wasting soy milk and almond cookies lol.

We always had the shittiest Christmas, the only thing we would ever look forward to during the holidays was getting time off school and sleeping in. On Christmas day our parents friends would come over and give me and my sister a gift as well as something for my parents. Me and Ashley would open the gifts and get super excited because we actually got gifts on Christmas, we would play happily with our gifts for a few days until my mom and dad would take them away, re-wrap them and give them to their other friend's kids as Christmas gifts because they were too cheap and lazy to go out and buy their kids gifts (they did this a lot with a lot of our stuff, I miss my bear lol)

Every year after that we never really had a good Christmas, when we got a little older my dad gave me and Ashley $50 to go buy a game we could get on our PC, I remember Ashley getting roller coaster tycoon (best game ever!) and sim city for me. I don't think I've ever had a good christmas, we never had anything good because my mom would freak out over the smallest things or just hurl insults and me (call me stupid and crazy and fat) and when I would ignore her and be super pissy at her and she would be like "why are you being so mean to your mother? it's Christmas!" WTF right?

This year is probably not really an exception, Steve's mom decided to come and stay for a month at our house O_O (last minute) thanks for ruining my time with Steve! he's probably going to move out in February anyways and I had so many things planned for us to do and its like I shouldn't plan anything from now on because people just can't let me have something, I just don't know what to do anymore.

I can't think of a good Christmas I've had without either my parents ruining it or now Steve and his family ruining it.

I know some Korean families don't celebrate Christmas anyways (read about it here) so I get why his mom is coming because its not really a family holiday for them but still I want to spend some time with him, so I guess I'm not going to go on any dates (not like we did anyway!) we can't do it without her hearing us LOL, and I don't get to cook what I want either because she's going to fill the whole refrigerator with nasty Korean stuff that neither me or Steve will eat! I mean its so infuriating that I have my own place and I can't voice out what I want to say without some unreasonable person(s) freaking out at me. Steve's going to Calgary for like a week in February and its not like he's going forever! why the fuck do you have to stay a fucking month? I hope her plane explodes!

Nothing good ever happens to me.

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