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2014-06-07 @ 6:29 p.m.

having one of the worst fucking weekends ever.

i fucking hate my situation.

this kid is an asshole, i'm sorry. i'm terrified that he's going to grow up to be a horrible person. genuinely terrified. and his mother is a piece of garbage. it's like, enough is enough already. i wish boy would go and get actual official custody arrangements so that little A's time with this person would be limited, but it just wouldn't work out. it would be a world of hassle and fucking bullshit. as it is now, we don't hear from her but once or twice a week maybe, and that's the best way. but it's a double edged sword. because not hearing from her means that little A has been or will be spending time with her. and that is the worst thing possible.

this kid lies about absolutely everything, all the time, no matter what. he gets grounded every time, but still continues to do it, every time. it is the most annoying thing ever. this kid's shit mother does not comprehend discipline, taking responsibility for one's actions, none of that. it is like she is her 10 year old's intellectual equal, but is charged with taking care of him and teaching him right from wrong. it is absolutely enraging and infuriating the way this woman behaves.

so when little A is grounded, his mother doesn't see why he should be grounded ... or, in any trouble at all when he goes to her house, so he's constantly getting this mixed message that being a decent human being only matters when i'm at dad's house. when i'm at my mom's, i can lie, cheat, steal, curse out my grandparents, whatever, really, and never have anything at all happen as a result.

so yesterday, i'm chillin in the morning and the fucking principal calls me, calls ME, to say that yeah, little A was accused of throwing pencils on the bus and generally acting crazy, but he denies it. every other kid says that he was there, doing it. he says i'm just letting you know that i asked him THREE times and he denied doing anything all of those times. so i'm going to review the bus cameras, and i'm just letting you know that if he's caught the punishment is going to be much worse. so i said do what you have to do, of course. he says i'll call you back if he's in the video, and if i don't then we're all good.

now of course i call boy asap and let him know this information (he missed the call, can't hear his phone at work). i get no call back all day. little A comes home and is totally nonchalant, like hey sup. i'm like yeah whatever, when is your mom coming. now mind you, this little fuck is still already grounded for lying and sneaking around that he did earlier in the week. so he goes to his room, and a half hour later his mom comes and picks him up and they leave.

about 10 minutes later boy calls me fucking yelling, "UH, DID [LITTLE A] TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED IN SCHOOL?" and i'm like ... no? and he's like REALLY!? he really just came in and fucking pretended like nothing happened? and i'm like what are you talking about?? apparently he totally was throwing pencils and doing all kinds of other nonsense and received 2 days of in school suspension and is suspended from the bus!! i guess it was bad enough! he tells his mom like it's a fucking joke, like haha i'm just going to your house this weekend, never even going to tell my dad or [tinea]. what a fucking dumbass. what was he going to do on monday, when the bus driver refused to let him on?

so yeah, she calls boy just to tell him about this, like LOL did little A tell you what happened at school? she seriously was still going to let him come over and go to fucking great adventure, all these parties and BBQs planned this weekend, like he didn't even do anything. boy was on the way home when she called and told her to stop where she was, he was coming to meet her. he got there and started yelling at little A, like i can't even believe you dude, and little A starts crying of course, because he's caught, and then his mother starts laughing and pointing at him, telling him how ridiculous he sounded. boy said he had never seen anything like it in his life, just so inappropriate and immature.

so boy tells little A to say goodbye to his mom, because obviously he's not going anymore, and he totally started freaking out.

let us pause, people who had parents who actually comprehended the concept of discipline. in my case, my mother and stepfather took it overboard, but the point is that if i even got a fucking C on a test, i knew i was fucked. i got detention? i was gonna have a bad time. fucking suspended for 2 days, AND from the bus so that one of my parents had to be inconvenienced by driving my bad ass to school? i would no longer have had an ass. my mom would have beaten it off of my body. i had legitimate fear of misbehavior in any form. this kid, on the other hand, didn't even have it occur to him that he would not be able to enjoy this fucking weekend of merriment. he is one of those children that you see in public, or on tv, who are like, "... trouble? punishment? what is that?"

so all of this to say, that fucking asshole is wherever she is, having a great time on this absolutely perfect day. it's 78 degrees out, clear, no humidity. boy is out at a side job, all day. i HAD planned to go see a movie by myself, then go to the park and take some pictures. but no, instead i got to sit here ALL DAY and listen to this bad fucking kid cry. for like 4 hours last night while boy and i were trying to watch tv, little A is upstairs laying on his stomach, his face right by the crack under the door, moaning and wailing and yelling. "whhhhhhyyyyyyyyy meeeeeeeeee, oooohhhhhh myyyyyyy gaaaawwwwwdddddd (that's how he says it, like an old black lady)!!! aaaaaaahhhhhnngnggggmmhhhhh!!!" it was like a combination of a crazy person speaking in tongues, a baby pig being murdered, and muscleman from regular show. boy had to eventually go upstairs and tell him to stop or he would be grounded longer because he was obviously doing it for attention.

so i got to wake up to exactly that this morning, for another 3 hours until i myself had to go upstairs and tell him to shut up. i got to listen to the fucking birds chirp and the wind blow from inside this goddamn house, where i have to sit like a prisoner and clean up another woman's shitty fucking mess. and she gets away scott free. i had plans this weekend. after boy got home tomorrow, we were going to see a different movie and have a delicious dinner. another beautiful, clear day. but I get fucked because this waste of air just doesn't ever feel like being a parent. oh well!

i would write a lot more if i didn't hate my fucking life so much. i try to fake it most of the time and only post when i'm feeling really good because i don't want to dwell on this stuff all the time and draw it out, but honestly i'm feeling less and less good. just for fun, like we don't have enough things to worry about, boy with so many points on his license that it was suspended last year decided to get a ticket going about 50 over the speed limit in a work zone (where fines are doubled, awesome!), and for careless driving. i called my mom's lawyer and he told me that this was going to cost us at least $4,000 in lawyer fees alone, not counting the fees for the tickets or the motor vehicle surcharge that would be coming. and oh also, he definitely needs a lawyer for this because he could be facing jail time due to the speed.

oh, and on top of ALL of that? license probably suspended again. guess tinea's going to have to wake up at 4am to drive you to work (usually 2 hours away), then back home, then back to pick you up, then home again. while also somehow completing all of the cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, and everything else that one must do around the house. AWESOME, RIGHT!?