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Dad... (Rant #003)

As in rant #2, I raged the most about my dad. Time for another rant dedicated just for him! Oddly, this one will probably be shorter.

I had a small dinner in the microwave heating up. My dad then asks how long it would take to make pepper poppers. I was like “It takes a little while. I’ll fix them after I eat.” I guess he got mad about that??? My husband I was working on them and he walked by and I said I was making some steak too and he just ignored me... okay, maybe he didn’t hear me cause he doesn’t pay attention a lot. A few minutes later he walks out the front door, slamming it. I ask my mom what he was mad about and she’s baffled as well and says she doesn’t know, she asked him where going and she said all he said was he was going to get something to eat and walked out the door. Um, we’re in the kitchen cooking for an hour, fixing something he asked for and he just leaves to get food??? I wasn’t meaning anything by it when I said it would take a while, I was just telling the truth cause he asked how long it would take. Like, you have to split the peppers in half, dip them in milk then flower, then milk then breadcrumbs then milk and breadcrumbs again. Then fry them. It’s a long process and takes easily up to an hour. Idk if he took it the wrong way and is now pouting about it (yeah, pouting by laying around in bed again) or if he’s upset I didn’t just start fixing them right away. I mean, I was already in the process of making my dinner when he asked about making food, I didn’t want to fix it and not eat it. like... idk.

I need to get out of here. Maybe it’s just my presence that’s irking him, idk. I’m just tired of his petty tantrums. They say women get mad for no reason and won’t tell you what’s wrong, psh, my dad is worse than any woman I’ve ever met.

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My Family (Rant #002)

I did a big rant over my in-laws, now it’s time to roast my family (not literally o.O) Been a lot of tension lately.

First, my mom. Her offense isn’t that bad so I’ll start off easy. One of my cats has been running outside. For over 2 years he’s been an inside only cat because we lived by the road, plus I’d rather have my cats inside at all times due to all the dangers,diseases, etc. But anyways, it’s not her fault he got out,but I’m afraid she’s going to eventually start letting him out because she tried to justify him getting out by “it wouldn’t really hurt. there’s hardly no traffic here” Hmm, what about the fact he could get lost, get attacked and severely hurt or killed by other cats and animals, could get infected by something, or he could still get ran over since there is still traffic. He’s also a very trusting and loving cat so somebody could easily catnap him. :’( I’m just hoping it doesn’t come to her letting him out on purpose. My husband is very upset about this possibility.

Now, my sister. She’s 11 years older than me, married, has a child and lives an hour away, yet she still feels smothering. She treats me more like a parent than my sister. She’s always giving these “helpful” suggestions and tries to control my life. Just recently she posted a job opening on my FB timeline for all to see. If she had just messaged it to me I wouldn’t care, but I hate that she makes these things public and it doesn’t help that my mother-in-law saw it and liked it. >_< I changed my settings so that I have to approve posts before they get posted on my timeline. I know she’s trying to be helpful, but honestly it just makes me feel more stressed and backed into a corner. I don’t like people trying to tell me what to do or rather, what they think I should be doing. Yes, I do need a job, but usually the ones people suggest are terrible. She did this job (Amazon Customer Rep.) and hated it and was always miserable so why the Hell would I want to do it? She’s always doing this with jobs. She also always suggests me and my husband get a job at the same place since we “could probably get the same shift and ride together” lol most places would rather not hire couples, and if they do they most definitely avoid giving them the same shift. Idk what goes through her mind or anybody’s mind for that matter. I just hate that I know she means well by it. sigh

Now, onto the bigger issue. My dad. To put it mildly, he’s a baby. He doesn’t know how to take care of himself (not literally, he’s just lazy when it comes to domestic stuff). He barely knows how to cook anything since he never tries it’s always up to somebody else. He never cleans anything ever. My whole life I honestly don’t think I ever saw him pick up a mop or broom. He’s washed dishes and done laundry a handful of times, but that’s it. So if you read the previous rant, you know our living situation.

To recap: My husband I got too poor to live on our own so we had to move in with my parents.

We’re just trying to coexist with my parents without being in the way and trying to maintain our way of living which usually involves fixing our own meals (with food we bought), doing our normal activities like watching TV, and keeping our stuff clean. I’ll admit, we’ve been a little lazy when it comes to the litterboxes, but everything else we take care of.

Okay, so my dad has basically become a scavenger. He’s always lurking around, trying to find food. He gets moody if we fix ourselves food and we don’t fix him anything. Like, most of the stuff we fix is small servings only enough for us or stuff he doesn’t even like. I hate feeling like I’m obligated to give him our food or have to cook for him. LIke, they can fix food for themselves and I couldn’t care less, but it’s like if we dont’ offer to cook enough for everybody then we’re greedy. ???

Okay, we have no income and are relying on foodstamps to get our food. My parents always exhaust their stamps 2.5 weeks after having theirs. When we got ours my dad made a list of stuff to get for him and it was expensive shit. We’ve used like 1/3 of our stamps on them and we’re already half out of our stamps even though it’s only been a week. Normally our stamps last 1 month and we have carry over, but I don’t foresee that happening this time. I don’t care to help them out, but to me they’re the ones being greedy by requesting name brand stuff or things that are like $6 and only enough for like 1 meal. We’ve bought them pop/soda/coke (whichever you prefer to call it) 3 times already, namebrand pop too. And everytime we need to go to the store to get something it feels like an obligation to get them something too cause if we don’t and we come back my dad just kind of stares at is and tension rises.

But back to the scavenging thing. He literally lingers around when we fix food. Take yesterday for an example. We fixed ourselves each 1 hot pocket (1 box). That’s all I ate. But my dad stopped in the living room where we were eating and just stood there, made one casual comment asking us what time we were going out, then just stared like we were supposed to share our food. LIke wtf, it was microwave food, not a fancy meal. And after we got back from the in-law dinner, we brought back leftover stuff, i offered up some breadsticks and the 2 pieces of pizza and my dad was like “I could eat a bite” in a snarky way that suggested he was entitled to the food my husband’s family bought. And based on the counter and stove (2 used skillets, 3-4 bowls with stuff still in them) my mom had fixed a big dinner recently, yet he acted like he was starving. Starving for our stuff. We also had a valentine’s day gift from my husband’s mom. nothing fancy just 2 small boxes of chocolate, some sweethearts, & a card. We had it on the counter/island thing that has a view from the living room to kitchen. Apparently my dad started snooping around in it right after opening the fridge a couple times. I’m sorry, but were we supposed to give him our gift? idk, to him probably. each candy box only had 4 pieces of candy in it so idk what he expected. This is the bad part, my husband had a sandwich from the restaurant we ate at that he wanted to save for the next day. I literally had to put the box on the top back shelf and cover it with other stuff so my dad wouldn’t end up eating it. This morning he was doing the look in the fridge thing so yeah good thing we did that. Also a couple nights ago we made a pizza at home, just a medium one, not too big & a thin&crispy one at that. I purposelly left 2 pieces because I know how he is. But I forgot to offer it to him before my husband and I sat down to watch tv. I heard my mom ask him if he wanted it. I didn’t really hear what he said, but it sounded something like “they didn’t ask me about it” and she’s like “it’s just laying in there” and he’s like “i don’t want it” so during a commercial i asked if he wanted it and he just shook his head no, then he finally was like “I guess I’ll take it” how babyish can you be? You’re a grown ass man so act like it.

Thankfully they get their foodstamps in 2 days so the burden/obligation to buy them food will be gone. At least until they spend all theirs in 2 weeks on stuff that doesn’t last. As I said, Idc to help them, but I don’t appreciate when my help turns into them (mainly my dad) taking advantage of us. And I can’t say anything because than he would try to turn it around on me and say i’m the one who’s wrong in this then he would get all pissy and go pout. That’s what he does if somebody argues with him. he’ll lay in his bedroom all day, not talking to anybody or doing anything. (He did this a week ago, lasted like 3 days. never figured out what was wrong)

So basically everything is shitty with our families right now. By the time it’s all over there’s going to be a lot of resentment between everybody. Husband’s family since we moved in with my parents, us to them since they’re acting immature and his mom putting him down all the time. My family to us since we don’t always cook for everybody. Us to them for making us feel obligated to make enough for everybody (even if it’s microwave food and even if they had just ate). Me to my sister for trying to make into something I’m not. Her to me for not going by her advice. It’s a mess.

In-Law Dinner Update

It was awkward as fuck. His parents were quiet and there was a weird vibe.

Rant #001

Idk how many rants this blog will garner, but I figured numbering them might be good? idk, who cares. This rant will be about my in-laws. Oh, in-laws. Now, mine aren’t too bad, the mother-in-law is just very controlling and manipulative. My husband and I are going to Pizza Hut with them tomorrow since that’s where his sister works... yeah that’s another subject.

Let’s start with some backstory! Okay, basically I was going to college full-time and my husband was working in a factory. It got to the point where he was pulling 12 hour shifts 7 days a week and it was becoming detrimental on his health. He’d already been to the hospital 3-4 other times because of that place and he had built up too many sick days so the next day off was a termination. Well, he was well on his way to his next hospital visit. Due to holidays his department was working overtime. He was starting to display symptoms that he had when he went to the hospital the first time. I convinced him to quit. We had some money saved up and we thought he’d be able to get another job easily, especially with 2 associate’s degrees. Nope.

Our money ran out so we had to rely on his parents and grandparents to help us with bills. He tried and tried to get a job. He’s put in well over 100 applications since then (he’s finally getting interviews now at least). Well, he eventually got hired back on at the factory, but his 2nd day back he had a seizure and was put off work. If he were to go back he’d need to be in a different department. Basically he was through a temp service and the factory didn’t hire him back. Fast forward 3 months or so and we’re now living with my parents.

How is this a rant to his parents, well, his mom? Well, for starters she doesn’t treat him well at all. His sister recently graduated with a bachelor’s. He had wanted to go to a university, 2 different times, but for some reason they told him he wasn’t capable even though he had just as good of grades as his sister throughout high school and is just as smart. But you know, they think all he’s good for is manual labor. Then, his mom thinks he can just walk into a place and get a job. That brings us up to present day for this point. His sister basically did just that so now expectations are higher. She always tells him that he’s lazy and she doesn’t think he’s trying. Like bitch? How do you know? He works his ass off trying to find jobs, but she just makes assumptions because you know, it’s so easy to walk into a place and get a job. -_- She’s always guilt tripping him about things. Yes, they helped us for over a year and someday we’ll pay them back, but I HATE that she’s using it against us.

Then comes us moving in with my parents. She’s salty about that since they’re the ones who gave us money (my parents weren’t able since they’re kinda poor themselves). We had 2 reasons for moving in with my parents: 1) They were closer. We were too stressed to attempt to get all of our stuff an hour away. It took us a week with 2 vehicles to move 10 minutes away. 2) My parents are getting older. His parents are 10+ years younger than my parents, big difference. But no, she sends my husband a message saying we treat my parents better even though them helping us put them in a bind (see what I mean about guilt tripping?) and that my husband is the one making the sacrifices and I always get what I want.

lolololol I’d like to know when I’ve gotten what I wanted. She has no right, NO RIGHT to judge my life when she barely knows me. Did I get what I wanted when I moved into a crappy apartment that had faulty electric, a non-working stove, no air, a bathtub and floors that were falling in? No. She’s the one who had us call about it and convinced us to move in. Did I get what I wanted when my husband got sick from his job? No. I hated every second he was there because I never knew when I’d get a call saying he had to go to the hospital. That place sucked the life out of him. Did I get what I wanted when my anxiety became so bad I started dropping classes and eventually withdrawing from school? No. I hate that so much. I went for 5 years and now have nothing but debt to show for it. DID I GET WHAT I WANTED WHEN WE HAD TO SIGN UP FOR FOODSTAMPS??? FUCKING NO! Did I get what I wanted when we were evicted from our apartment? No. It was a crappy place, but I wanted to leave on my own terms. I never get what I want, not even when it comes to little things. Did I get what I wanted when we moved in with my parents? Nope. I love my parents, but I don’t like living with them. But they’re better than the in-laws. Hah, if only she knew her son would rather live with my parents than them. My husband wrote back to her that it wasn’t meant to be like that, we just did what was easier and we didn’t want to burden them anymore. But then she... ugh, she wrote back along the lines of: “You would never be a burden to us, but I think you feel like moving back here would be a burden to you because we would find you work.” I feel bile rising up at that statement. He tried to find work up there before he got hired on at the factory (before we got married) and there wasn’t anything. He was going to work in his uncle’s butcher shop a couple months ago, but they hired somebody and didn’t need help. Certain driving conditions makes him sick so he can’t really be trusted a job that requires driving all day. But yeah, she would find him work even though he’s been trying for over a year. Okay. Says the woman who’s worked at the same place since she was a teenager.

The worst part, everytime my husband gets a message from his mom he’s scared. Yeah, scared to read a message from his mom because either she’ll just be making casual conversation, or she’ll be in a mood and putting him down and making him feel like crap all based on her presumptions and not facts. “I never thought our relationship would be like this...” is one of her usual starters. It’s her fault. She could be a good parent and try to be supportive, not making her son feel like the worst person in the world. But I guess that would be too hard.

Then there’s his younger sister. Okay, I like her, she’s cool and I have stuff in common with her. Totally don’t have a problem with her personally. But his parents put her on a freaking pedestal. She talks back to them and gets grouchy yet they never say anything. My husband never did that and if he did his dad probably would have knocked his head off. Idk if they think since his sister is a woman and the baby of the family they need to, well, baby her, or what. There’s also the fact they were always supportive of her going to university, always did things for her they didn’t do for their son, never say negative things that make her want to kill herself. I’m glad she doesn’t have to experience that, but neither should my husband. She talks about him treating them bad? Yeah, a mirror might be helpful in this situation.

We felt bad every single day of the past year for having to borrow money, but they think we didn’t care. They think we purposely wanted to take their money and not have responsibilities. I’d rather eat a whole pot of beans (trust me, I despise beans) than borrow even $1 from anybody. I hate borrowing money, especially to that caliber. Like I said, someday we’ll pay all of them back. Someday we’re going to move far away. We’ll be successful and it won’t be thanks to anybody but us.

Nobody you love wants to show support so ultimately it comes down to yourself and maybe a couple other people to keep you moving forward. Those that do support you, hold them close and don’t let them go because they are far and few in between.

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First Post

First off, welcome to my shitty blog. I have other blogs, but this one is for personal reasons. Sometimes I just want to rant but have no way to do so. I don’t want to rant on Facebook because that will warrant “concerned” family and garner unwanted advice. I also don’t want to upset my followers on my other blogs with my anger. So, here I am. I’d be happy to share your rants too. Just go to my blog and hit submit. just read the guidelines. Thanks!

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