OK so I wrote a crap post earlier. I have things on my mind at the moment. Life isn't all roses right now. I have a 24year old daughter who loves to throw knives at me. Well not actual knives but they may as well be. One liners that really hurt. I also have a husband who I have come to believe that although he is of the 'male' species he has neither balls or back bone! He never sides with me when she is rude and vulgar, he never tells her of as not to talk to me in that way. He appears to think that I can fight my own battles. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I am slowly cracking up here. Tonight I came home after an 8 hour shift, I cleaned the house, some thing that I rarely do, well no that's wrong, I do when I have the energy. She walks in, sits down and says 'my god you've actually cleaned up.'To which I replied 'well no one else is going to bother.' I get no help from her or her 22 year old brother and the man of the house is fucking useless too. So at this present moment in time I am feeling very low. I have to also add that yes I did give birth to 'her' and if I had known she was going to turn out this way I would have insisted he use a fucking CONDOM!! I have to control my replies as 'she' usually has some thing to answer back with. I will not be leaving her anything in my last will and testament. I have left the building. I do hurt and it is a waist of time me even having this conversation with the so called 'man' of the house as I said before he has no balls or back bone.!!
One of these days I will take a swing at her for sure. I don't do violence but I can be pushed only so far... it's going to happen. My best friend says that I am not a bad mother but I have a bad daughter who is so full of herself, selfish, self centered and mouthy... quite the ingredients for a 'lawyer?'!
I look forward to the day when she leaves home, I will break In make a meal and trash the place..pay back time!! She never does this to her Dad, remember the male with no balls or back bone? OH no he's MR. goody goody. He's the one with the answers to the car won't start, my tank is empty, I have no money, I can't afford to do this, can you lend me some money? As Dad's do but I appear to be the monster, the same monster who washes her clothes, collects her at 1a.m when she's drunk and missed her taxi, the one who washes her best frock when she's puked down it, the same monster who cooks and cleans... the very same monster who stands there after a hard days work and gets verbal shit thrown at her....excuse me but where exactly am I going wrong? Apart from still living under the same god damn fucking ROOF!!!