First and foremost, I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who wished me well, offered me a hug, a new friendship, or some great advice. I appreciate it more than you know.
Secondly - I would like to let you all in on what is truly the bane of my existence -
MY STEPMOTHER (aka the stepmonster, aka sasquatch)
I will try to make this as brief as possible, but I'm not sure if I will be able to achieve such as feat as her wrath goes way way back, and is quite extensive in its detail:
Once upon a time (in 1982), when I was but a wee 1 year old, my fat fuck of a father decided to cheat on my beautiful mother with a true beast of a woman. We will call her E. for short. Mom and Dad soon divorced, leaving my Mom a single-mother, who was forced to move back in with her parents (who both died within the next 5 years - but that's a whole other sob story). E. and FFF (fat fuck father) were married in 1985. They waited just long enough so that no one would suspect he had been seeing E. the whole time. From day one, E. hated my guts because I was a constant reminder that there was life before her (I guess being a homewrecker didn't quite satisfy her; she needed to wreak havoc on me for the REST OF MY LIFE). I have not one positive memory of this woman in the 22 years I recall her being a part of my life. She is manly in stature, extremely manipulative and dominating, so obviously insecure, and (I think) Bi-Polar. My father has been sufficiently whipped into submission by her, which means he has never once been there for me. Not one phone call to see how my first day of Kindergarten went, or to see me in my prom dress. You get the picture.
To hit some of the more entertaining highlights (to give you at least somewhat of an idea of what I'm dealing with here) - E. asked me, when I was a mere 11 years old, if I wanted her to get me birth control because she knows I am slutty like my mother. (And the way she says things is very deceiving - like, she makes ME feel guilty over something that's not even true!). She told me when I was 16 that she had to get a blood test done before she married my father because she thought my mother had AIDS seeing as how she had slept with so many men. (Lie! She lost her virginity to my father! Or so she says anyway). Most recently, she actually took to shit-talking my dead grandparents (my Mom's parents of course), telling me that my life would've been hell if they hadn't died when I was little because they were so unbelievably controlling (how ironic is that). I wanted to reach across the living room and smack the shit out of her. How do you talk about my grandparents, whom my Mom and I lived with after you helped trash their marriage, when you "technically" weren't even around while they were still alive? Hmm...interesting..). She also said that she was "kind of glad" that a girl we know had lost her twins in her last trimester of pregnancy because "she really wouldn't have been a good mother anyway." No, I'm serious. She said that. She's an insane douchebag.
E. is a pathological liar. She is a crazy whore and I hate her with every fiber of my being. And what perplexes me the most is that she has a million friends, a fabulous job, and everything she's ever wanted. She's a miserable excuse for a human being and if she wasn't my sister's mother, I would never ever interact with this woman again. And to top it all of, she hates my boyfriend and makes no bones about letting me know it every chance she gets.
I could go on for absolutely ever here, so I will stop now, but do know that now that I've given you a small fraction of the background of this woman, I will most likely be adding more E. Anecdotes in the future.
Death to E.! (in the metaphorical sense of course!)
Secondly - I would like to let you all in on what is truly the bane of my existence -
MY STEPMOTHER (aka the stepmonster, aka sasquatch)
I will try to make this as brief as possible, but I'm not sure if I will be able to achieve such as feat as her wrath goes way way back, and is quite extensive in its detail:
Once upon a time (in 1982), when I was but a wee 1 year old, my fat fuck of a father decided to cheat on my beautiful mother with a true beast of a woman. We will call her E. for short. Mom and Dad soon divorced, leaving my Mom a single-mother, who was forced to move back in with her parents (who both died within the next 5 years - but that's a whole other sob story). E. and FFF (fat fuck father) were married in 1985. They waited just long enough so that no one would suspect he had been seeing E. the whole time. From day one, E. hated my guts because I was a constant reminder that there was life before her (I guess being a homewrecker didn't quite satisfy her; she needed to wreak havoc on me for the REST OF MY LIFE). I have not one positive memory of this woman in the 22 years I recall her being a part of my life. She is manly in stature, extremely manipulative and dominating, so obviously insecure, and (I think) Bi-Polar. My father has been sufficiently whipped into submission by her, which means he has never once been there for me. Not one phone call to see how my first day of Kindergarten went, or to see me in my prom dress. You get the picture.
To hit some of the more entertaining highlights (to give you at least somewhat of an idea of what I'm dealing with here) - E. asked me, when I was a mere 11 years old, if I wanted her to get me birth control because she knows I am slutty like my mother. (And the way she says things is very deceiving - like, she makes ME feel guilty over something that's not even true!). She told me when I was 16 that she had to get a blood test done before she married my father because she thought my mother had AIDS seeing as how she had slept with so many men. (Lie! She lost her virginity to my father! Or so she says anyway). Most recently, she actually took to shit-talking my dead grandparents (my Mom's parents of course), telling me that my life would've been hell if they hadn't died when I was little because they were so unbelievably controlling (how ironic is that). I wanted to reach across the living room and smack the shit out of her. How do you talk about my grandparents, whom my Mom and I lived with after you helped trash their marriage, when you "technically" weren't even around while they were still alive? Hmm...interesting..). She also said that she was "kind of glad" that a girl we know had lost her twins in her last trimester of pregnancy because "she really wouldn't have been a good mother anyway." No, I'm serious. She said that. She's an insane douchebag.
E. is a pathological liar. She is a crazy whore and I hate her with every fiber of my being. And what perplexes me the most is that she has a million friends, a fabulous job, and everything she's ever wanted. She's a miserable excuse for a human being and if she wasn't my sister's mother, I would never ever interact with this woman again. And to top it all of, she hates my boyfriend and makes no bones about letting me know it every chance she gets.
I could go on for absolutely ever here, so I will stop now, but do know that now that I've given you a small fraction of the background of this woman, I will most likely be adding more E. Anecdotes in the future.
Death to E.! (in the metaphorical sense of course!)
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She's lucky you haven't injured her.