Momma Drama
So, as I said earlier, my mom went to Vegas this past weekend with Dan.
She came back yesterday night, and it turns out that Dan was there primarily for a job interview. My grandma asked her if he’s going to take the job- he probably is; my grandma asked her if he’s going to move- he probably is. My mom got all choked up when she was answering these questions. Upon hearing this converstaion, all I could think about was how awesome karma is. I don’t even care that this sounds psychopathic and terrible. They’ve been all pouty and bs today, and I can’t stand it. After my game, we came home, and while everyone else was downstairs eating dinner, they were upstairs throwing themselves a pity party. This is kinda what my mind was saying:
Now you fucking know how it feels. Yall are probably going to break up, aren’t you? Aw, that’s sad. Aw, I wish I felt sorry for you, but you didn’t give two shits when Travis and I were in the same type of situation. Why should I give you the consideration that you refused to give me? Oh, but it was different, wasn’t it? Because Travis and I were teenagers, right? No. Fuck you. Love is motherfucking love- fuck age. It was real for me, dammit, and no one, fucking no one, believed that. Everyone swept my feelings, our feelings, under the rug because we weren’t “adults”. Well, guess what? I feel like I act like more of an adult than you sometimes. I have no respect for you in light of your actions in the past. What you’re doing now is not making my opinion of you any better, either. You do not act like an adult. You go out with friends and guys when you have responsibilities. You abandon your kids to have your little social life. And now, ohhhh fucking now, I’m going to get to hear you complain/pout about Dan moving. I can’t wait until this all blows up; you have no idea how much I want to say to you. You will get absolutely no sympathy whatsoever from me. Have fun losing your wits emotionally. Have fun arguing about whether or not to carry on long-distance. Have fun crying yourself to sleep. Have fun dealing with never ending uncertainty. At least you won’t have to feel like it’s all your fault when yall eventually do break up- which you will; I can already tell from yall’s faces that mentally, the battle is lost. You’re not the one that’s leaving, though, so when the breakup happens, you won’t feel as bad- maybe. You won’t be left to blame yourself for everything that went wrong. Don’t worry, though. Just keep throwing yourself little pity parties while your kids need you. Let’s see how long I put up with that.
This might be one of the worst posts I’ve ever written on here, but I honestly don’t care. Unfollow me, leave me anonymous hate, think whatever you will- this is the truth, and I don’t have this blog to make myself look good. Karma might finally be coming back. My only wish is to make her understand what she put me through. She didn’t care then, so why should I care now? I know that I should be the bigger person, but no. No. The almost-move to Kansas screwed me up so much mentally, and it obviously led to the demise of my relationship with Travis. I hate to say it, but there’s really nothing she can do to make up for her actions then. If she wanted me to respect her relationship(s), she would have given my relationship due respect and consideration. However, I was just a teenager, and her wants were greater than my wants/needs. So, here we are.
Also, if he moves and they do end up working something out long-distance, I am not about to deal with any more moving bs. In fact, I was talking to my grandma about it today, and she told me that she had talked to my dad about it. He said that he would take my mom to court if she tried to move us again. That’s a huge comfort, because I wouldn’t put it past her to try something like that again.
