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Dec. 29th, 2016 06:56 pmThis might get long but even if it doesn't, it is a full on rant so it's under a cut.
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Nov. 24th, 2016 04:23 pmI went to my mother’s for Thanksgiving Dinner. For the most part it was a very nice day. There were a few moments that made me grind my teeth and want to pull my hair out because it was, well, my mother.
But there was a moment at the end of the day that I’m not entirely sure how to take.
My dad turned on the Cowboys game and my mother insisted we stand for the Anthem (something we’ve never done unless AT the game). I didn’t stand but I did put my phone down and put my hand over my heart.
Once it was over she scolded me for not standing. I told her I put my phone down and put my hand over my heart. Her response was, “You should take advantage of this while you can because one day this right will gone and we’ll have to do it in secret like they did in the concentration camps.”
What left me stunned about her words (other than the fact that she thinks non-Americans were saluting the American flag in the concentration camps) is that the turnip masquerading as a human that she voted for will be the reason behind us losing this right. And she obviously doesn’t see it that way because the tone of voice she used is the same one she would use whenever saying something negative about President Obama. Which tells me she thinks Clinton has something to do with it.
But there was a moment at the end of the day that I’m not entirely sure how to take.
My dad turned on the Cowboys game and my mother insisted we stand for the Anthem (something we’ve never done unless AT the game). I didn’t stand but I did put my phone down and put my hand over my heart.
Once it was over she scolded me for not standing. I told her I put my phone down and put my hand over my heart. Her response was, “You should take advantage of this while you can because one day this right will gone and we’ll have to do it in secret like they did in the concentration camps.”
What left me stunned about her words (other than the fact that she thinks non-Americans were saluting the American flag in the concentration camps) is that the turnip masquerading as a human that she voted for will be the reason behind us losing this right. And she obviously doesn’t see it that way because the tone of voice she used is the same one she would use whenever saying something negative about President Obama. Which tells me she thinks Clinton has something to do with it.
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May. 14th, 2016 01:44 pmI've been thinking about this post for a while so it is very long. And is actually several posts. I didn't want to spam your inboxes so each "post" is under a cut so you can choose where to start reading.
( My mother the bigot )
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( Why are people such jerks? )
( Why do people have to hate others so much? )
( My mother the bigot )
( Captain America: Civil War spoilers! )
( Hawaii Five-0 spoilers! )
( NCIS spoilers! )
( Yay! )
( Seriously? )
( Why are people such jerks? )
( Why do people have to hate others so much? )
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Jan. 15th, 2016 07:42 pmMy mother is emotionally abusing me, yet again.
I haven't paid the car payment since October because of being unemployed the whole month of November and then all the bills and things I had to pay in December. I had told my mother that I would start paying them again in January. She obviously thought I'd ignore a call from her because we had the following text conversation:
Her: I'm at the church with Laci for game night. May I come by and she can get out for me
Me: What? (because can she be any more cryptic?)
Her: Sorry for the car payment
Me: I mailed it yesterday. (I had decided to mail them everything I owe them because I never know when I'll see them again) You should have gotten it today. (mail within the same town usually only takes one day)
Her: Oh for goodness sake. This is not good
Me: What? (I'm panicking thinking she's going to say it wasn't in the mail today and that it might have gotten lost)
Her: That you want even come see me
Me: That's not why I mailed it. (I mean it is, but she doesn't need to know that (and yes I know this is the conditioning of her emotional abuse))
Her: I am so glad to hear that (just wait until you passive-aggressively try to change me or get me to do what you want)
I haven't paid the car payment since October because of being unemployed the whole month of November and then all the bills and things I had to pay in December. I had told my mother that I would start paying them again in January. She obviously thought I'd ignore a call from her because we had the following text conversation:
Her: I'm at the church with Laci for game night. May I come by and she can get out for me
Me: What? (because can she be any more cryptic?)
Her: Sorry for the car payment
Me: I mailed it yesterday. (I had decided to mail them everything I owe them because I never know when I'll see them again) You should have gotten it today. (mail within the same town usually only takes one day)
Her: Oh for goodness sake. This is not good
Me: What? (I'm panicking thinking she's going to say it wasn't in the mail today and that it might have gotten lost)
Her: That you want even come see me
Me: That's not why I mailed it. (I mean it is, but she doesn't need to know that (and yes I know this is the conditioning of her emotional abuse))
Her: I am so glad to hear that (just wait until you passive-aggressively try to change me or get me to do what you want)
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Jan. 14th, 2016 07:29 pmSo, I haven't spoken to or texted my mother in several days. She just called and was chatting me up like she hasn't banned me from her house. After several minutes of this, and discussing the fact that my daughter is forced to share a suite that has no door to the shower area of the bathroom with a male student, she says that since it's supposed to be bad weather Saturday I'm welcome to come over and have breakfast and do my laundry.
I reminded her that I've been banned from this and so have made other arrangements (I've noticed on my way home each night that the parking lot at the laundromat is mostly empty so I'll be doing my laundry on Friday evenings). She had the nerve to say that all she did was ask me if I'd be kind enough to do some things. I countered with the fact that she told me that unless I cleaned her house I couldn't use her washer and since I don't live at her house I don't have to clean it.
I have no idea what she said after that because I hung up on her.
There's a reason I was hoping to win the Powerball this week.
I reminded her that I've been banned from this and so have made other arrangements (I've noticed on my way home each night that the parking lot at the laundromat is mostly empty so I'll be doing my laundry on Friday evenings). She had the nerve to say that all she did was ask me if I'd be kind enough to do some things. I countered with the fact that she told me that unless I cleaned her house I couldn't use her washer and since I don't live at her house I don't have to clean it.
I have no idea what she said after that because I hung up on her.
There's a reason I was hoping to win the Powerball this week.
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Dec. 21st, 2015 05:21 pmThis is a bit of an update to my previous post (I wrote that one at my mother's house and lots of things happened after I posted).
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May. 23rd, 2015 11:49 amI really need to get a real job making real money so I can get out of my shithole of an apartment and into one with a washer/dryer so I don’t have to rely on my mother anymore.
When I got here she told me that her and my dad were going to visit his mother who lives a couple of towns over (I live in the DFW area so she only lives about thirty minutes away).
I made a comment about trying the new McDonald’s Home style burger since I’m going to be on my own for lunch. She told me that when I’m ready to get serious about losing weight (as if I’m not already) she found those tuna lunch kits things. I don’t like them because they don’t give you relish to put in your tuna and I don’t like the crackers they include with it. I told her I don’t need her to tell me I’m fat or unhealthy and she got all passive-aggressive/abusive by saying that it’s always about my daughter and me; that we’re always right and she’s always wrong. I’ve never said that but now that I know she’s using emotions (guilt) to abuse me I’m not taking it anymore.
Then as she and my dad were leaving they realized they need to return a video to the store. What video? American Sniper. When I said I didn’t want to watch it (which my mother called the best movie she’s seen in a long time) I explained that the guy the movie’s about wished he could go back to Afghanistan and kill more innocent women and children because they need to die because they’re not Christians (I didn’t phrase it that way, though).
We then got into a heated discussion about how I think we need to leave the Middle East to the people who live there (and this goes for all super military power countries). They tried to change my mind by telling me that, and I’m quoting my dad here, ‘some radical Muslims think that America must die’. So, even my extreme right-wing father admits it’s not all Muslims but yet he still thinks it’s okay for us to go over to their country and kill even those who do not feel this way; to kill women and children who are forced to be suicide bombers.
As they were leaving my mother told me that if I’m just going to cause tension in her house then I can do my laundry elsewhere. Well, I CAN’T because I don’t have enough money to do my laundry at, nor do I want to spend all day in, a laundry-mat.
Besides, I didn’t start the discussion. She did by asking why I don’t want to see 'the greatest movie about an American hero, ever’.
When I got here she told me that her and my dad were going to visit his mother who lives a couple of towns over (I live in the DFW area so she only lives about thirty minutes away).
I made a comment about trying the new McDonald’s Home style burger since I’m going to be on my own for lunch. She told me that when I’m ready to get serious about losing weight (as if I’m not already) she found those tuna lunch kits things. I don’t like them because they don’t give you relish to put in your tuna and I don’t like the crackers they include with it. I told her I don’t need her to tell me I’m fat or unhealthy and she got all passive-aggressive/abusive by saying that it’s always about my daughter and me; that we’re always right and she’s always wrong. I’ve never said that but now that I know she’s using emotions (guilt) to abuse me I’m not taking it anymore.
Then as she and my dad were leaving they realized they need to return a video to the store. What video? American Sniper. When I said I didn’t want to watch it (which my mother called the best movie she’s seen in a long time) I explained that the guy the movie’s about wished he could go back to Afghanistan and kill more innocent women and children because they need to die because they’re not Christians (I didn’t phrase it that way, though).
We then got into a heated discussion about how I think we need to leave the Middle East to the people who live there (and this goes for all super military power countries). They tried to change my mind by telling me that, and I’m quoting my dad here, ‘some radical Muslims think that America must die’. So, even my extreme right-wing father admits it’s not all Muslims but yet he still thinks it’s okay for us to go over to their country and kill even those who do not feel this way; to kill women and children who are forced to be suicide bombers.
As they were leaving my mother told me that if I’m just going to cause tension in her house then I can do my laundry elsewhere. Well, I CAN’T because I don’t have enough money to do my laundry at, nor do I want to spend all day in, a laundry-mat.
Besides, I didn’t start the discussion. She did by asking why I don’t want to see 'the greatest movie about an American hero, ever’.
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Jan. 4th, 2015 03:46 pmI swear to God I want to slap my mother!
Today I went to church, lunch at my parents and then to Wal-Mart with my mother. On the way back she told me that after most of us left my grandmother’s when we had Christmas the conversation turned to how much my grandmother hated seeing black people all over TV. My aunt said something about homosexuals and my mother commented God said it is an abomination in his eyes.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from demanding she show me where God says those exact words because what she’s talking about is in the Old Testament and actually only says ‘man shall not lie down with man as he lies with woman’. And was only a law because God wanted humans to populate the Earth. Well, guess what? At over seven billion I don’t think God needs us to have sex in order to populate the Earth. Besides that was the Old Testament. Jesus’ birth and death made the Old Testament null and void.
I guess I should demand she show my in the New Testament where Jesus says anything against homosexuality.
Today I went to church, lunch at my parents and then to Wal-Mart with my mother. On the way back she told me that after most of us left my grandmother’s when we had Christmas the conversation turned to how much my grandmother hated seeing black people all over TV. My aunt said something about homosexuals and my mother commented God said it is an abomination in his eyes.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from demanding she show me where God says those exact words because what she’s talking about is in the Old Testament and actually only says ‘man shall not lie down with man as he lies with woman’. And was only a law because God wanted humans to populate the Earth. Well, guess what? At over seven billion I don’t think God needs us to have sex in order to populate the Earth. Besides that was the Old Testament. Jesus’ birth and death made the Old Testament null and void.
I guess I should demand she show my in the New Testament where Jesus says anything against homosexuality.
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Jul. 1st, 2013 07:52 pmMy mother really doesn't get it.
She just called to ask if having sandwiches Friday will be alright, this is after I've already told her I want to grill hamburgers. Her reasoning? Everyone will be having them Thursday.
When I said that I won't be having hamburgers Thursday she made that growlly sigh thing that people do when they think you're being difficult.
I'm so fucking sorry that my wishes for MY BIRTHDAY don't match with yours. Excuse me ever so fucking much.
So, I am now not doing a damn thing for my birthday. No cake. No decorations. No get together. Nothing.
All this has done is remind me that no one loves me and no one ever will; that I'm not worthy of anyone wanting to celebrate the day of my birth. Because if they really truly loved me, they'd throw me a surprise party. I've never had one. Have had a measly few actual parties and never a surprise party.
I think I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now.
She just called to ask if having sandwiches Friday will be alright, this is after I've already told her I want to grill hamburgers. Her reasoning? Everyone will be having them Thursday.
When I said that I won't be having hamburgers Thursday she made that growlly sigh thing that people do when they think you're being difficult.
I'm so fucking sorry that my wishes for MY BIRTHDAY don't match with yours. Excuse me ever so fucking much.
So, I am now not doing a damn thing for my birthday. No cake. No decorations. No get together. Nothing.
All this has done is remind me that no one loves me and no one ever will; that I'm not worthy of anyone wanting to celebrate the day of my birth. Because if they really truly loved me, they'd throw me a surprise party. I've never had one. Have had a measly few actual parties and never a surprise party.
I think I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now.
Really? I mean, really.
Dec. 22nd, 2012 06:56 pmToday we had Christmas with the side of the family I actually like spending time with, even though they're all really religious and died-in-the-wool Republicans and majorly anti-Obama which means I have to watch what I say (my uncle is a minister) and bite my tongue when they make comments against Obama.
We got to Jason's and I found out they don't drink soda. I made the comment that if I had known that I'd've brought my own (we were having taco soup and that's one of the things I prefer to drink soda while eating, don't ask me why, I just do). Comments were made about how I could go to the store up the road and I decided I was good with the soda we'd bought on our way out, even though I was sipping it really slowly by this point and was afraid it wouldn't last until lunch. For the record, this is the only time I mentioned wanting soda to drink.
The rest of the day was so much fun.
Before lunch we played Cranium. After we ate we gave Meme (pronounced Me-Me) her presents, her b-day is tomorrow, then played a game to exchange gifts. After that some of us went to play 42 (dominoes) while others played Apples to Apples. It was so much fun!
As we were leaving I saw a pie in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed earlier when having dessert and took a piece to eat on the way home because someone told me it was apple (one of my favorites). It didn't taste right but I continued to eat it, it didn't taste bad, just wrong. I forked up a bite and realized it was peach and said, "Oh, it's peach, not apple!" Dad said, "And not good peach at that" and I agreed with him. Vic said she'd eat it and I said that it wasn't so bad that I couldn't eat it. And this had Mom pipe up with, "You are such an ungracious guest, Melissa" and I said, "What?" She brought up the one comment I made about Jason not having soda. Never mind that I ate most of my lunch without anything to drink, and without complaint, because I finished my drink about half way through.
Why couldn't she just let it go? Why'd she have to bring it up at the end of a very good day?
On another sort of related note, one of my cousins who I haven't seen in years was there and when he came in he was patting me all over to make sure I was really there, and his hands kept straying way too close to my cleavage (I was sitting on the couch and couldn't get up fast enough to hug his neck so he was actually standing over me doing this).
We got to Jason's and I found out they don't drink soda. I made the comment that if I had known that I'd've brought my own (we were having taco soup and that's one of the things I prefer to drink soda while eating, don't ask me why, I just do). Comments were made about how I could go to the store up the road and I decided I was good with the soda we'd bought on our way out, even though I was sipping it really slowly by this point and was afraid it wouldn't last until lunch. For the record, this is the only time I mentioned wanting soda to drink.
The rest of the day was so much fun.
Before lunch we played Cranium. After we ate we gave Meme (pronounced Me-Me) her presents, her b-day is tomorrow, then played a game to exchange gifts. After that some of us went to play 42 (dominoes) while others played Apples to Apples. It was so much fun!
As we were leaving I saw a pie in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed earlier when having dessert and took a piece to eat on the way home because someone told me it was apple (one of my favorites). It didn't taste right but I continued to eat it, it didn't taste bad, just wrong. I forked up a bite and realized it was peach and said, "Oh, it's peach, not apple!" Dad said, "And not good peach at that" and I agreed with him. Vic said she'd eat it and I said that it wasn't so bad that I couldn't eat it. And this had Mom pipe up with, "You are such an ungracious guest, Melissa" and I said, "What?" She brought up the one comment I made about Jason not having soda. Never mind that I ate most of my lunch without anything to drink, and without complaint, because I finished my drink about half way through.
Why couldn't she just let it go? Why'd she have to bring it up at the end of a very good day?
On another sort of related note, one of my cousins who I haven't seen in years was there and when he came in he was patting me all over to make sure I was really there, and his hands kept straying way too close to my cleavage (I was sitting on the couch and couldn't get up fast enough to hug his neck so he was actually standing over me doing this).
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Dec. 17th, 2012 09:03 pmThe one thing I can count on is that Vic's sperm donor doesn't come to her choir concerts because they're during the week and he 'has to go to work the next morning'.
Until tonight that is.
it wouldn't be so bad if my parents didn't act that the asshole hung the moon and if my mother didn't fawn all over his ugly ass kids when she's not even related to them.
Until tonight that is.
it wouldn't be so bad if my parents didn't act that the asshole hung the moon and if my mother didn't fawn all over his ugly ass kids when she's not even related to them.
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Nov. 24th, 2012 02:53 pmI seriously hate my mother most days.
Today I went to her house to help make Christmas candy. I got to talking to Aunt Ann about my job. I mentioned the movie tickets we got and how Vic and I went and saw Pitch Perfect and Red Dawn. When I mentioned that the set up was a bit far fetched, my mother piped up with, "With Obama in the White House it really isn't" or something along those lines. I actually said, "So it would be Obama's fault that the North Koreans decide to invade?" And her and my father both said yes. I'm sorry, what? Just... How... I have no clue how they came to that conclusion. But then again these are the people who think Obama's gonna come to Dallas, break into their house and rape my mother. I bet they think he'll rape my father, too. *shakes head* I really wish I was adopted.
Today I went to her house to help make Christmas candy. I got to talking to Aunt Ann about my job. I mentioned the movie tickets we got and how Vic and I went and saw Pitch Perfect and Red Dawn. When I mentioned that the set up was a bit far fetched, my mother piped up with, "With Obama in the White House it really isn't" or something along those lines. I actually said, "So it would be Obama's fault that the North Koreans decide to invade?" And her and my father both said yes. I'm sorry, what? Just... How... I have no clue how they came to that conclusion. But then again these are the people who think Obama's gonna come to Dallas, break into their house and rape my mother. I bet they think he'll rape my father, too. *shakes head* I really wish I was adopted.
My mother just doesn't know when to stop
Jul. 20th, 2012 04:31 pmSo Vic asked me to tape her while doped up. I posted it here and on Facebook, because I know that's what she wanted (she mentioned the video of the boy after his dental appointment). One of my Facebook friends is my mother's best friend. She called my mother to tell her that it's in poor taste. To prove it's not, I showed it to my mother, who said it is in poor taste. That's her opinion. I think it's funny. My mother wants me to remove it. Like hell will I do that.
Oh, and she's been sitting in Vic's room holding on to her ankle for the past two hours. I remember when I had my wisdom teeth out she hardly did anything for me, changed the ice pack and that's about it. She even had one of those cookie bouquets delivered and made me answer the door. And the delivery guy was beyond cute and there I was looking like I had the mumps.
Oh, and she's been sitting in Vic's room holding on to her ankle for the past two hours. I remember when I had my wisdom teeth out she hardly did anything for me, changed the ice pack and that's about it. She even had one of those cookie bouquets delivered and made me answer the door. And the delivery guy was beyond cute and there I was looking like I had the mumps.
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Jun. 27th, 2012 07:34 pmPlease tell me if this counts as 'celebrating' my birthday: Telling me that we're going to a restaurant I've never even hinted I want to eat at because my aunt who lives out of town wants to eat there or having Vic and I over for lunch, taking me to a movie (telling me to pick then arguing about my choice) and then presenting me with a completely different cake from the one I asked for (when asked to tell them what kind I wanted).
See, my birthday is July 5, sucks majorly because of the holiday. I have never had a party on my birthday with my friends (the ones my mother 'threw' for me at the camp grounds don't count because none of my friends were there) and when I did get my party it was usually almost August, one time it was August.
My mother is trying, well her form of trying, and when I mentioned that it doesn't matter (I've finally given up on getting that day where the people who are supposed to love me most in the world show just how thrilled they are that I was born) she got offended and tried to tell me I was wrong. She mentioned the restaurant and I told her it wasn't my choice so I don't think it counts as actually doing something for my birthday. Especially since it was presented to me like this: "Hey, Ann wants to eat at Texas Roadhouse so we thought we'd turn that into your party. That's okay, isn't it?"
Then I was ignored by everyone at the table. Except for when I was opening my gifts. Then they made fun of the gag gift I got, and Madisson stole it (my mother actually gave it to her because she was starting to throw a fit when I told her no).
Also, Vic has to have her wisdom teeth out, yes all four. It's gonna cost well over two thousand dollars. Insurance only pays half. And the dentist doesn't finance. They did give me a website to apply for credit on. I called my mother after and told her this. And was reminded that I just don't matter in her world (as in she never listens to a word I say).
I had to tell her several times that I applied for the maximum I was told the surgery would cost, just in case the quote I got today was too low, and will only need to use half of the credit I was given. I have a year to pay it off with no interest. I also said several time that I plan on getting Rob to sign a contract stating just how much he has to pay me, since he insists we're supposed to split any out of pocket costs.
So, this is going to be a usual birthday for me, working and trying to tell myself that it doesn't matter that the people who are supposed to be making me feel special obviously really don't care. Think if I keep saying, "Who needs 'em" enough I'll actually believe it?
See, my birthday is July 5, sucks majorly because of the holiday. I have never had a party on my birthday with my friends (the ones my mother 'threw' for me at the camp grounds don't count because none of my friends were there) and when I did get my party it was usually almost August, one time it was August.
My mother is trying, well her form of trying, and when I mentioned that it doesn't matter (I've finally given up on getting that day where the people who are supposed to love me most in the world show just how thrilled they are that I was born) she got offended and tried to tell me I was wrong. She mentioned the restaurant and I told her it wasn't my choice so I don't think it counts as actually doing something for my birthday. Especially since it was presented to me like this: "Hey, Ann wants to eat at Texas Roadhouse so we thought we'd turn that into your party. That's okay, isn't it?"
Then I was ignored by everyone at the table. Except for when I was opening my gifts. Then they made fun of the gag gift I got, and Madisson stole it (my mother actually gave it to her because she was starting to throw a fit when I told her no).
Also, Vic has to have her wisdom teeth out, yes all four. It's gonna cost well over two thousand dollars. Insurance only pays half. And the dentist doesn't finance. They did give me a website to apply for credit on. I called my mother after and told her this. And was reminded that I just don't matter in her world (as in she never listens to a word I say).
I had to tell her several times that I applied for the maximum I was told the surgery would cost, just in case the quote I got today was too low, and will only need to use half of the credit I was given. I have a year to pay it off with no interest. I also said several time that I plan on getting Rob to sign a contract stating just how much he has to pay me, since he insists we're supposed to split any out of pocket costs.
So, this is going to be a usual birthday for me, working and trying to tell myself that it doesn't matter that the people who are supposed to be making me feel special obviously really don't care. Think if I keep saying, "Who needs 'em" enough I'll actually believe it?
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Apr. 15th, 2012 03:08 pmFriday my mother eventually called and said that her and my father would help me pay for the repairs on my car and that I'd have to pay them back every payday. D'uh, was already planning on it. I told her that as soon as I start getting regular paychecks and set my budget, I'll see how much I can afford to pay them.
She just now called and asked what news I had about the car. I said none. This is because it's stupid to expect the repair shop to call me on the weekend when they didn't order the part (the transmission) until after noon on Friday. I don't see how they could have gotten the part yet, I'm sure it won't arrive until tomorrow, at the earliest because this isn't like mailing a letter. It takes more than a day or two to ship something like a transmission, especially if it's coming from one of the KIA plants in South Korea, although I'm fairly sure it'll be coming from Georgia.
She then asked if I had canceled the rental. Um, no, I still need a car. Unless her or my father are going to change their work schedules, something that I'm always required to do when I need them to take me to work, then I'm going to keep the fucking rental and they can just fuck off.
She just now called and asked what news I had about the car. I said none. This is because it's stupid to expect the repair shop to call me on the weekend when they didn't order the part (the transmission) until after noon on Friday. I don't see how they could have gotten the part yet, I'm sure it won't arrive until tomorrow, at the earliest because this isn't like mailing a letter. It takes more than a day or two to ship something like a transmission, especially if it's coming from one of the KIA plants in South Korea, although I'm fairly sure it'll be coming from Georgia.
She then asked if I had canceled the rental. Um, no, I still need a car. Unless her or my father are going to change their work schedules, something that I'm always required to do when I need them to take me to work, then I'm going to keep the fucking rental and they can just fuck off.
