i know it probably seems a little silly for kittens to be the reason you're looking to uproot everything and bounce from this house entirely, but you know what. one, i've spent the last almost two months putting all my love and emotional energy into getting these two lil guys to thrive, and they are the whole world to me, and they are everything to boything. two, it's not about the kittens, it's the straw that broke the camel's back in this situation.
so like boything's uncle saw their litter box (that they aren't using yet - we have a smaller set up for them because they're too tiny for the big one right now) in our bathroom (what were you doing in our bathroom, asshole?) and flipped his shit about cats in the house, despite the fact that he's been told time and time again they are not fully weaned. please note, this comes on the tail end of their passed little dogs that they let shit and piss all over the front room instead of doing something as simple as opening a door to let them out. (his uncle's weird paranoia about dogs going directly to the road despite not being able to see the road from the house is a whole ass other thing entirely, it's some weird need for control, i guess.)
he expects me to chuck two very vulnerable and not at all competitive kittens out amongst the barn cats in a few weeks that will at best bully them into starving to death and at worse kill them. which is not happening, for the record.
this comes on top of the following, which includes, but is not limited to: the freezers (four of them!) stuffed with things from ten years ago that wouldn't be good in any stretch of the imagination at this point after the power outages during hurricanes etc that they will not throw out. using the microwave as leftover storage for days. claiming boiling rice on the stove or using a rice cooker "takes too long" and microwaving it - letting it boil over in the microwave and leaving the mess for someone else to clean up and literally destroying the microwave in the process. threatening to take a chainsaw to someone's belongings because you didn't like their tone. complaining about money when you just bought a thirty thousand dollar tractor you don't actually need. letting dishes get slimy in the sink because they sit in cold water for days with food still on (i wash my dishes elsewhere, for the record). "clean" dishes feeling greasy because you water the dish soap down to three bubbles in some water. letting clothes get musty in the washer because swapping them over in a reasonable amount of time interrupts fox news and facebook scrolling time. casually dropping the n-word and being shocked - shocked! - when there's pushback. every room being crammed full of shit they haven't seen in years, including expired cans and packages of food. putting things a foot from the trash can instead of tossing it in (such as soda bottles) because you can't be assed to clean up even a little after yourself. not putting things like ketchup in the fridge and wondering why no one wants to use yours. the number of buildings on this property that are falling to pieces that were built because they just had to have it, and instead of maintaining them letting them fall apart and building another one, wash rinse repeat (the deck boything built like three months ago for his aunt because she just had to have it she's already managed to destroy). wondering why boything and i shower every day. wondering why boything refuses to attend your sons of confederate soldiers meetings (i've pointed out boything's stepmom is from pakistan and his lil sister is half, and he has a black half brother right, i've done that). getting oooo mystical when you realize i look white but am in fact indigenous like you're nice to me so you get a pass for appropriation and racism. instead of calling the vet forcing boything to put one of the horses down and being shocked - shocked! - when he tells you if you ever want him to do that again to go fuck yourself. only getting one dog neutered because the adoption literally required for you to. getting said dog and swearing up and down you'll take care of it yourself after being told it's your dog, your responsibility, and yet said dog is now basically my responsibility. giving people things and then wanting it back three days later if it's not removed from the property and hidden from you (even if money has changed hands). the endless temu orders, and i do mean endless, there's three packages a day, of junk you'll just sit on the porch and forget about.
like this isn't remotely everything, but goddamn. so the kittens are just the last in a long list of shit we've put up with for the sake of helping them, and we're done. we're currently looking for another place to live as we speak, and we've got a few options we're currently looking into. and yes, i know a lot of this goes to untreated mental illness, for sure, but you can't help people that don't want help, one. i know boything's uncle's showing some early warning signs of dementia, yes, but he was like this ten years go and it just gets worse. they're both awful, hateful people who view pets and objects rather than living creatures with feelings, and can't understand being attached to them at all. they say awful things like it's totally cool because the masks are off. and we're done. we're done.
so if i'm flaky, and having a hard time generally finding inspiration to write as a whole, it's because this is my current situation for the last, oh, several years and i guess i've just reached the breaking point.
