(Just venting this is really pissing me off)
At this fucking rate the only place ill be moving is into my own place. Or back to my home province. Im getting fucking sick and tired of his “friends” deciding things for us. Where we are going to things and what not. You havent even seen the fucking place and ITS NOT YOURS. You say congrats and go about your day but oh no not these people. Put the freezer in the laundry room. THATS MY ROOM! THATS WHERE MY ART CENTER IS GOING TO BE! and he just agrees with them. Its pissing me off and they are so fucking clingy. Oh were gonna move in beside you. And i dont even want to. My stepfathers mother lives there. Another clingy person we use to work with is across the street. And he just hands over the money. Thanks for thinking of me. He left the painting up to me but i dont even want to be a part of it anymore. Not until people stop giving their 2sense at least.
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Yep , you just hit a very sensitive issue with me too, I would not allow friends to influence my life period, I am not married to friends, until they pay my bills they have no say, I got into it over friends before, I would hear MY FRIEND SAID THIS, I don’t give a rats ass what your friend said. Anyways yeah this hit my trigger 🙂 I hope things work out, maybe because he’s getting help he’s playing up them and when it’s over you just arraign things your way.
Well it’s always been that way. My grandmother walked in and redecorated the Christmas tree after I had just finished decorating it with my HOMEMADE decorations. And my mother did nothing about it. And my mother would go in and rearrange my room. And I’d b**** because I didn’t know where anything was. I’m sick and tired of people coming in and rearranging my life. It’s not theirs and whenever someone tries to do it i make sure they know that’s not happening now.
Oh they also rearranged my school schedule. I didn’t want economics I had no use for it, I hated it and didn’t understand it but my stepfather was like no take it. I used it as a sleeping class until I got kicked out. And my homeroom teacher changed my math. I was gonna take workplace math because duh. But she was like no you’re smarter than that. BUT I DON’T NEED IT! Yeah calculus is real fucking helpful when I’m running a store.
I’m not competing with you but you just opened a can of worms for me! I never decorated anything, our home was better homes and gardens, I had nothing, not even a toy box! My family was rich but I was dirt poor! I bought everything on my own, SOB 🙂 Yes one time I was taking German I was really the only one that was doing any good, they canceled the class and thrown me into a 2nd wood shop, and the teacher didn’t like me. What a life! I had double everything ash trays you name it, and my mom wouldn’t let me put them in my room everything went straight to the trash can! even the thing’s I made for her!
i was treated well until my oldest little brother was born then i couldnt have treats. i wasnt allowed any apple juice that was all his. and i couldnt have any milk unless it was in cereal so i said f you and ate more of it lol. i mean at first i passed it off as nothing. even at 11 i knew they were a lot of work and you had to take care of them 24/7 because they couldnt make their own sandwiches. but when i was 13-14 and she started passing him off to me to go get stoned. or left me to take care of him while she slept and i was getting ready for school. i became highly annoyed and realized that its not my brother, its me. she just doesnt like me. i could never fault my brothers like others would. its not your siblings fault your parents hate you. your siblings didnt ask to even be born. the whole thing just really annoys me but i think she hated me more than i hated her because id catch on to her little tricks then id out smart them. like you cant go to your friends house your room is a mess. cleans room BEFORE asking lol. i wasnt treated the best and because i wasnt allowed to touch the food in my own home now i act weird at other peoples places. like id go to my friends house and id sit there until my stomach was so loud you could here it next door then id whisper in her ear and say “im hungry” she just gave me a weird look every time and said i know where the cupboard was. i was going to her place for like years. and when i first moved in where i am now id do the same thing. we werent together at the time though. he basically had to force me into the kitchen to get food because i had such bad anxiety that id sit down and refuse to move until i was given permission to. i dont like touching things i cant. which is another reason im really hating this move. ill feel alienated and wont want to do anything even though its my place. its things like that where i think a therapist could help me. god damn b**** made me scared of my own house.