Jackie was sick last week with a fever and a cough. I missed Thursday and Friday at work. I didn�t really have the time to take but I had to.
She is feeling much better now. She was actually feeling fine Friday afternoon and she was psyched to have Jacob and Lisa come over but our plans fell through. I wanted to give Lisa her birthday presents.
Oh, well. I guess I�ll see her when I see her. I know she�s busy.
I hope you had a good birthday, Lisa. J
I hate snoops. Well..I hate it when people snoop. I think my sister Renee snooped when she was here at my house while I was at work. Why? Because she kept making weird comments about writing me a letter but she didn�t want to because she didn�t want to upset me. My sister Melinda mentioned Rene had told her that too. I�m thinking, �Why in the hell would she write me a letter? I just opened up my home for the 3rd time to her and her kids so they could possibly break stuff (which did happen) and mess it up (which also happened) and tear it up and she wants to write me a letter but doesn�t because I might get upset? Who�s the B, now?�
I was thinking: �That ungrateful little witch. I open my home and share everything I got with them. I spend money on her and her kids. I listen to Renee talk and cry and I support her in her endeavors. And this is what I get?�
Friday night, hours after Renee and the kids left, I went to look for my scissors and I picked up the basket next to the couch and the letter to Lisa was underneath it, just so. Like an angel or a fairy laid it there. I knew I hadn�t put that letter on the floor.
I remembered then that Renee had told me she�d cleaned out the junk out of that area. Jackie has a bad habit of dropping her trash off over there.
I remembered her telling me that. I didn�t think anything of it because I�d never suspect my family would snoop.
Because she snooped and read it..she definitely came across some things I said about her that was not very flattering. So maybe I shouldn�t have put it on paper..but I needed to vent.
I said the last time she was here, I felt like she was on drugs. Well, that weird bizarre behavior she exhibited made me think she was on crystal meth or crack. After all, she told me Terry used it. She seemed like she was going through withdrawal too, but that�s my opinion. I wrote that because of that I was afraid I�d end up with her kids. I mean, she�s not exactly the mother of the year, ya know? She�s not paying attention to her kids unless they�re behaving horribly or bleeding.
Finally, I wrote that sis loves drama. That is also true.
Case in point: Instead of staying at my house until she gets on her feet, like we�d discussed and had already put some plans into action, Renee ups and leaves last Friday to go back to Tennessee with Tommy. That�s right. Tommy, her husband. Casting all other reasons that this is a bad idea aside, Terry knows where Tommy lives. I would never have put my children, who are safe at their aunt�s house, in danger to go back to somewhere where they may or may not witness their mother being attacked and they might possibly get in the way.
What the hell is she thinking? Is staying at my house so bad? I mean, I have my rules that I enforce. But the kids are safe, loved, and receive lots of attention. They have stability and boundaries.
I was willing to take Renee to counseling sessions. I was willing to help her get housing and whatever aid she needs.
Now, most importantly, Renee needs counseling. By herself. Tommy does. By himself. The kids need it. Then, when all else has been dealt with, Renee and Tommy can deal with their own issues. I�m worried Renee won�t go to counseling and she�ll end up with someone like Terry a few years down the road. I have a feeling this reuniting with Tommy won�t last long.
Instead of starting over and doing things the right but hard way, Renee leaped right back into Tommy�s arms (this makes me want to puke, it�s so sappy) because it�s easier than starting over, and ran back to Tennessee where more drama can unfold and entertain them all. Meanwhile, the kids fall to pieces and eventually end up at my house or in juvie.
I don�t think Renee�s grown up yet. She�s 26 going on 16.
I�m sick of worrying.
This weekend wasn�t that bad. I had Max again..and Jackie seems to think she�s in some sort of competition with him, so they bicker a lot.
Sunday we went to clean Grandma�s house. It�s funny, but since she put her dog Bambi to sleep, the house doesn�t smell like it used to. It doesn�t reek anymore.
Grandma told me that she�s ready to move. I guess the last straw had a lot to do with grandma�s senility. Grandma hung out with a strung-out crackhead for 4 hours on Saturday. The lady hung out on Grandma�s porch and kept trying to come inside and come use Grandma�s phone. Hello! I�ve been saying Grandma needs to move for months now! It takes a determined crackhead to get people to change their minds.
Lord. I don�t know what I�m going to do with these people. I love them, though.
I just wish Renee would love them like I do. She�s missing out on so much because of her bitterness and hatred.
2:31 pm - August 30, 2004
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