I hate her so f.ucking much.
The b.itch is never home and when she is all she does is yell amd scream. Oh, you want the house clean? Do it your d.amn self. I just don't care anymore. I get it, she squeezed me out of her pelvis but that gives her the right to treat me like shit?
Y'know, last week I came to her with a softball tryout permission slip and she immediately looked at me with this... just this look that told me she disapproved. She told me I wasn't going to make it against all those other kids and I shouldn't try out if I wouldn't be able to handle not making it. She them proceeded to tell me I was a dissapointment and, the next day, pathetic.
Again, she didn't say much but it hurt. Like a lot.
It probably would've hurt less if she, oh I don't know, maybe apologized.
But she never did. She never gives me any sign that she cares about how I feel at all. All she does is make me feel like the nasty s.hit on the bottom of her shoe, but she expects respect from me? Ever heard of the term 'respect is earned, not given'? In fact, she actually had the audacity to say that to me once.
Practice what you preach, please.
It's not even just the softball incident either, it's all of her sudden mood changes. Like the day before Easter (like April 4th, I believe...) I was out with her and her boyfriend and we were all laughing and having a good time so we decided to go out to eat. As we got to the restaurant, she 'couldn't find anywhere to park' but in reality, she passed like four spots. So I told her she passed by some and she yelled at me.
"Ugh, Bailey, let it go. You could use the walk."
That was enough to shut me up.
Again, never once did she apologize. Like I deserve it or I'm the reason for all of her problems.
I just still don't understand why she would have three kids if she didn't want them.
Have a good rest of your day, d00ds
-Bailey
