It is nearly impossible to blend into Jack's place when he is such as ass. If I'm watching something on television, he doesn't give a shit; he picks up the remotes and channel surfs until he finds what he wants to watch - which is either about hunting, hunting or hunting.
I have yet to hear one grateful word from him and the things I do around here and until I do, he will not hear one grateful word from me. I don't care what Kay thinks about me or what she thinks I should do in this situation. I am more than earning my keep around here, and it's killing me to do stuff around here because they don't appreciate what I do for them and they are ALL a bunch of spoiled ungrateful people. They are absolute pigs. I will have to capture some pictures and post them. You have to see it to believe it.
The other night when Jack told me I would be cooking dinner every night, I'm pretty sure the "fuck you" look on my face spoke volumes.
Dad has a truck camper in one of the barns and I got to thinking - what if Jack's truck could take it to a campground where I have water/sewage hook-up and I live in there. Now THAT would work much better than staying here with Jack the jerk.
I got an eye exam today and because it's through Medicaid it might take 6 weeks to get them back.
I also scheduled my first psychiatrist appointment for tommorow and I can't wait. i need this appointment desperately. I can't take anymore of Jack telling me to quit all my meds. There is no reasoning with someone who knows absolutely nothing about mental illness. Asshole.
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