...the days I have to live under Satan's roof. I was presented with a sweet job offer on Friday and without hesitation I accepted it. I'll be working in a pediatric clinic - which is right where I belong! Benefits and starting pay couldn't have been more awesome - so I'm really excited.
So Satan has started labeling his food. No problem, Jack-ass. Two can play your little game. Especially because in the past I was buying the groceries. So tomorrow, while you're off sitting on your ass, I will be collecting up the food I've bought for this hell hole. The best part - I bought Hazelnut coffee today, which is your favorite, and you have been out of it for DAYS and just in case you try to punk me, I bought filters for the coffee machine too.
It's sad that you have absolutely NO idea how fucked in the head YOU are. Maybe YOU should see a shrink. I even contemplated bringing a bottle of wine or other alcohol into the house after the comment you made the other day about being "ready to lose it" and that "the bottle is cracked, all I need to do is touch the bottle to my lips". I would love to watch that plunge into full-blown alcoholism again. Because your mom will bail you out. Again.
I'm not sure I can count all the times she's had to bail your ass out of jail, or pay off your tickets. Or dole out money for your bullshit. You live in a family owned house - that you have essentially destroyed. You drive a truck that anybody with even an iota of a brain would know you can't afford. On a suspended license. That will stay suspended the rest of your miserable existance - and your mom can't pay your way out of that.
One of these days you are going to get fucked over in the most spectacular way and I hope I am there to see it. In fact, I hope you wind up in the same position I'm in now. One thing is for certain you won't be living with me because mommy will bail you out again.
You would know graciousness or thankfulness if it smacked you in the face. You will never, ever again hear the words "please" or "thank you" come out of my mouth in regards to staying here. Thanks to your childish, whiny, gotta run to mommy every 5 seconds, you have destroyed my relationship with my father. And for that my stupid Jack-ass, you will pay oh so dearly for. I will fuck you up and fuck you over then do it all over again. You have underestimated me. That, asshole, will be your downfall.
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