Saturday, September 29, 2012
Hovel. Dump. Pigsty. Living in the Filth!
We have the kid here this weekend for the first time in a month. He came yesterday and is supposed to go home tomorrow before we go out to see a band with friends. I say supposed to because the Squeeze has not actually spoken to the witch re the Sunday return. This shouldn’t be an issue since the arrangement is that he goes home on Sunday afternoons… And in the real world, it wouldn’t be. But psychotic bitch has issued orders that we are to have him until Tuesday eve.
Although I’ve given an unequivocal “not a snowballs chance in hell”, as yet, I haven’t seen any discussion regarding him going home tomorrow as planned. I’ve seen the Squeeze send a text message (like coward) but it is by no means decided what the hell is going on which I believe I have explained hundreds of times – the disorganisation drives me mad.
Some people may wonder why I shudder or argue over additional days.
Mostly, it is that I refuse to have this bitch order us to have the kid. Without any discussion or question – if we have plans, we are obviously supposed to just break them. Like Hell!
But this is also a huge part of it… My walls after one single night here.
I question, who the frick lives like this..? Just what the hell sort of pigsty is this kid living in? Obviously living in filth doesn’t bother the Harridan; but Hell, I can’t live like that and who do you think get's the clean up?? Which is seriously unfair.
Posted by Mistress at 10:54 PM