So, I pulled yet another all-nighter last night. I went to go finish getting ready for uni and noticed that two notes had appeared on my father’s door. The first hint that is was my uncle’s doing was that they were type-written. The second hint is that they possessed words I’ve never heard my grandmother use. The third was they were filled with utter bullshit. Please note, names have been changed to exploit the idiodic:
December 15, 2006
Bio’s Dad and Bio,
As I stated earlier this week, I want both of you to be out of my house as soon as possible. As I stated a week ago [and fucking changed her mind the same fucking day], I expect Bio to be out after her graduation (December 16th), and Bio’s Dad to be out Monday, the 18th. If you are not gone, your possessions will be removed from my house [pry them from my cold, lifeless hands bitch] at the earliest convenience and legal proceedings will begin immediately to have you legally evicted by the Las Vegas Constable. In addition, I have spoken with Investigator Bullshit, of the Abuse & Neglect Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, who would be glad to come over and discuss with you how you have been exploiting me financially and emotionally [*eyeroll*]; especially if you respond in a hurtful fashion to this note [translation: if you even look at me]. This decision is final, so do not attempt to negotiate an alternative solution [suck my ass, fucktard].
Gran’s Full Legal Name [Another blatant indication that she didn’t compose it]
Now, first off, I sure as hell did not need to read this walking out the door to go sit a final. I was already pretty fucking stressed as it is and the shit from yesterday didn’t help any. Secondly, I would love to see how I’ve been exploiting my grandmother financially and emotionally. I know she is upset that Dad is working and I am working, and I have no car, and I use Dad’s car, and that we’re pretty damn busy so we can’t take her every-fucking-where. I also have been responsible in paying the bills I agreed upon, not to mention all her fucking bills when she went off on holiday (like 1k worth) with money I needed for my treatment/hosp. bills. And shit, three days ago we were discussing having Christmas dinner. This just smells like gran went and took a bath in my Uncle’s Bullshit. Kudos to him for getting her out of the house though all week (helped with finals week), however, pretty damn pathetic that he’s pulling this shit. I guess manipulators breed manipulators. Pretty soon he can just have her all to himself, I know I’m not sticking around.
Anyways, so I try to get my mind thrown together so I can pull a decent grade out of the final, of which the information flew out of my mind when I happened upon the note. I hopped in my car, and the following item came on my radio, which was entirely appropriate for this week, and it definately helped me refocus again.
Right Click/Save As Please =)
So I sat my exam, and it is finally beginning to hit me that I’m done. To make the day even better, my father called my uncle’s bluff (we’re both good at that by now) and rang up the inspector mentioned in the letter that my gran “wrote”. Not only had he misspelled her name, but the woman had never even heard of him. And Dad just walked out the door to work, telling me that if my uncle shows up to just ring the cops. I’ve had plenty of practice with that so I just asked my father if I could just borrow one of his guns and shoot him to save us the trouble of this in the future. He just grinned, shook his head, and left.
And now I’m fucking exhausted ( can barely remember my name), so I am going to head to bed due to the fact that I have to be up before the sun so that I can go Graduate. What is my life without family drama? At least I can shake my head and laugh at it.
Close it Up
