I like to hear bad news first, so that the good news will help wipe away the bad taste left from the bad news. Most people I know like to hear good news first though, so here goes:
THE GOOD NEWS.
We're finally moving out!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo! No more Cancer Grump, Cancer Bitch, vindictive underhanded things going on, etc. We'll be renting the downstairs part of a small house (yay) not too far from here (boo) and by the very latest, we'll be moving in on the 1st of June (yay). We've already paid the security deposit, and just yesterday Taurus Man's entire paycheck (boo) went towards fixing a broken cradle arm in the car (yay) so from his next week's paycheck, our focus will be entirely on saving up for the first month's rent. We're doing it very hush-hush though, we don't want Cancer Grump and/or his people finding out because they will do something vindictive if they know we're leaving. But ahhhhhhhhh the sweet taste of FREEDOM!
THE BAD NEWS.
I know I can spend too much time on negative things, so long story short, the reason we're moving out so suddenly and not at a most opportune time for us is because Cancer Grump and Cancer Bitch were doing things to spite Superboy and I for the past 4 weeks or so, which were affecting both his health and mine; and Cancer Grump made a great deal of threats to me when I called him on it and asked them to stop. The gist of it is I am now fearful for my life, my son's well-being, our safety, and our health as well. Taurus Man took me to file a report for threats made, but as Cancer Grump promised me, he actually does have contacts everywhere as his relative in the police station tipped him off in time for him to hide from the police. I am now being accused of cursing him and disrespecting him since coming to this house 3 years ago and fighting him for his property as well. I have a few statements to make on that:
- Whether you guys want to know the full story or whether it bugs me enough, I may be compelled to write a detailed post of what happened. (I don't want to feel like a moody bad-news obsesser, so ask!!!)
- The one/two disrespectful thing(s) I did say since coming here did include an obscenity. On the 2nd of May 2013, during a phone call made at 1:40PM, after being repeatedly told that my son was being spited because of some secret terrible thing I did to someone, I said "What the FUCK are you talking about? I didn't do anything to any fucking body!" (Grammar Nazis please help me out here; if both things are said consecutively, in one breath, and without auditory signs of being two separate phrases, would that be one or two things I said?)
- INNOCENT MEN DO NOT HIDE.
- If people would have taken the time to get to know me instead of believing every piece of gossip they heard, things would have been infinitely better and this situation may not have occurred.
- Anyone that has actually taken the time to know me should be laughing at the mere thought of Cancer Grump's accusations. Thank you kindly.
- Passive-aggressiveness in my secret blog world is not enough. I want to learn to be a real bitch to the next person that threatens me or spites my son. *mean face* I am tired of letting people walk all over me because of my anxiety and social awkwardness. If I have not tolerated enough, then bring whatever you have to bring to me and feel free to laugh at my ensuing anxiety and/or panic attacks. My son should not have to suffer because of my inadequacies. *runs away sniffling*
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