For 18 years I've had to deal with my sister dumping her kids and pets off here and making me deal with it. Mom and dad thought she shit gold and pissed wine. Then the 'Golden Child' was born.. They thought and mom still thinks the little bastard does no wrong. He moved here because he's tired of his mom's shit and now he rules the house. He has flooded the basement and ruined my stuff.. Supposedly it was my fault for having my stuff stored in the basement and my fault the shower needs replaced.
Now, apperently, it's wrong for me to say he needs to have some courtesy and leave something to eat and drink. Mom goes at least every week, sometimes twice a week to the store. We get several bottles(5 gallon jugs) of water every other week. Somehow, I get the same 2 choices of frozen dinners all the time and I either drink room temperature soda pop out of the box off the floor or water from the faucet. Him and those little mooching bastard siblings of his drink all the water in the cooler and everything in the fridge. Them mom tells me to bring in the new jug or to go get a coke from the garage. WTF!!! WEveryone else gets fed and cold drinks while i make sure they can and I get it warm or from outside like an unworthy servant. Hell, I tried buying my own food.. Little mother fuckers ate that too and that fat bitch of a mother of mine backed them up and said she'd buy me more and never did. Today she got pissed off because I was bitching about having to flush the toilet. Maybe I wouldn't be so pissed off if I didn't have to flush it last nite before bed, then again when I got up.. I think an 18 year old should know how to flush.. It's bad enough he wipes his ass and throws it in the trash can instead of the toilet.. Least he could do is flush so I don't have to smell it twice. If I could afford to,I'd move, but being a single parent with a low paying job, I cant.. Guess the best I can do is wait for the bitch to die. It took her asshole of a husband 81 years to finall shut the hell up and get off my back.. let's hope this one goes sooner! Maybe it sounds cruel, but being adopted and being raised as the scapegoat for the other child, I don't have any connection to any of them and I have even less use for them. They are the kind of people I try to avoid and don't like. I never wanted to listen to thier mouths while they are around, but as soon as the bitch dies, I'm changing my name to my real last name so as NOT to be associated with thier inbread, redneck family.
