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I’ve explained this to her, multiple times.  they come over in the morning (morning for us is 12pm-2pm because hubby works night shift) and when I say we weren’t expecting you I get well I called and sent you a message. so I go and check my phone, I see the missed calls. so I go out and speak to him, not her and say next time don’t assume we know you’re coming if we don’t respond okay?

  she fucking blows up in my face in front of MY house telling to lost the fucking attitude and he just got out of the hospital and that he is her son and blah blah “I will not be treated like this by a CHILD” was a direct quote.

  I try to continue with what I was saying when she RUDELY interrupted me and she slams down on the gas pedal therefore revving the engine so I can’t be heard.

  so I went in the house out of respect for him since that is his mother. and when I calmed down so I wouldn’t take out my rage on him I sent him this message - “I do not want your mom over here anymore she always has an attitude and she treats me like shit I was just letting you know that next time don't assume we know you're coming because we didn't answer the phone you are more than welcome to come over and we will have all of your stuff ready in your room and it's not going to go anywhere until you come pick it up. But I do not want her over here the minute she thinks she hears attitude in my voice because I'm half-asleep she starts screaming and yelling at me talk and I'm in my own house and I will not, not be treated like that. The next time when you come to get your stuff if we do not respond just knock on the door and let us know that you're here that's the only reason why I mentioned anything to begin with”

  I will NOT be disrespected in my own home when I have put up with so much shit out of respect for him. she needs to grow the fuck up and not act like a fucking child. I’m 23, almost 24 and she is in her 50s.

  I am still so very angry right now, and it’s been 12 hours since this happened. I was so angry at the time I was in tears (which almost never happens because I have anger issues and do a LOT to control it.)

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  for backstory of what I have had to put up with -  her son was our roommate. he never exercised, he ate junk food, and when I cooked he had 2 or 3 servings. so, he got severe pneumonia and ended up in the hospital last month.

  that’s when it started. I was the only person available to be with her while he was in surgery, or she started having a meltdown. her husband was at work, mine was working overtime to try and make sure we could pay our full rent on such short notice, and she had NO ONE.

  so I did it. I’m stressed out as I am in the final steps of getting my BA, and I took a hit on my grade, but I was there for her (still passed, just got a few B’s where they should of been A’s.. and missed 1 test)

  every time she would come over for whatever reason, all she did was complain, oh her foot hurts, or her back hurts, or the walking is too much, or the house is dirty, or there’s dishes in the sink, don’t you ever do them?

  I am disabled. I have a mixture of mental health issues that I cannot afford to go to the doctor for, so I deal with them by having a LOT of alone time. I also have physical issues. I have fibromyalgia, which I have had as long as I can remember. so I push myself a LOT of the time, because I learned that I had to as a kid. but sometimes I just can’t do everything I need to do, so little things get backed up. sometimes I will have a sinkful or two of dishes from the past day, depending on how many I needed to use to cook and if I actually ate that day or just fed my husband. we never run out, and most of them are soaking or just had water and I need to wash them because of sanitary reasons, but we always have enough clean dishes. sometimes I am behind on the laundry, a VERY taxing chore for me to do, since it involves a lot of lifting my arms and holding them there or lifting them above my head to put them away, although i love folding clothes. so no, my house isn’t perfect, but it is clean, just messy and sometimes disorganized.

  this would happen every time she came over, and he was in the hospital for a month, she came over anywhere from 3-5 times a week. to say I was stressed out is an UNDERSTATEMENT. on top of all of her shit, I had to deal with the fact that we may not make rent and bills (at the moment we cannot pay the electric at all, and may not make rent for next month, we just barely did january - I have a gofundme account if anyone would like to help out http://www.gofundme.com/jngop8 so far, no one has so I’m not holding on to hope, but it never hurts)

  so I have been close to the edge, but her first born almost died so I’ve been giving her a lot of wiggle room due to stress, but he was fine and recovering after week one of that, so this is 4 weeks later (it was a total of 5 weeks he was in the hospital) and I am done with this.

it’ll just take time, I had the same thing happen when I brought home Salazar (my manx cat) to my dog freya and other cat Maddaphur. Maddy was all hissing and growling and just noping all over, a few days later he was grooming and snuggling with her.

it's just one of those days lol

also found out that my charlie horses (my muscle literally moves out of place) can happen on my shoulder... and lots of pain meds means i am going to clean the house! (after I eat lunch and tumblr for a bit lol.. and yes.. all of this is also avoiding doing my homework -.-")

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