What what, Cat?

I've got an annoying bitch in my house that I can't stand the sound, let alone the look or presence, of.

She's been here before, as my not-yet-ex-husband's girlfriend, for a day or two at a time, but, this time it's waaaay different and this time I hate it.

That's because he (my soon-to-be-ex-husband) tried to break up with her a few weeks ago and she pulled this manipulative horseshit on him about needing to go into the hospital because she was "going crazy" because he broke up with her annoying, fat ass and she guilt tripped him and manipulated her way HERE with him for what may be as long as two weeks.

See, he's here because he ran out of work back in Jersey. He's a contractor/builder/remodeler and the guy he was working with has health issues to deal with and hasn't been finding any new jobs for them.
So... he came out here to see me and Eric (we're all good friends, us three are) and he's found work here, which is GREAT and if he wants to stay here indefinitely and work that's fine.

Unfortunately, he got guilt tripped and manipulated into bringing the piece of shit girl he was "seeing" and broke up with weeks ago with him.
Plus, he was all but flat broke and she used her "suckin' the gummint tit" check to pay for the gas to get here.

And, this bitch is friends with the cunt Eric used to be stuck with and she's EXACTLY like her... which we ALL hate.
None of us want that bullshit brought here. Not me, not Eric and (more every day) not George.

When they first got here Wednesday, George wasn't sure how long they'd be here. It was either gonna be four days or maybe two weeks, depending on whether or not he found work.
Which, he did find work, like I said.

Now, this stupid bitch thinks they're gonna be here forever or some damned thing and I hate that and I hate HER.
She's fucking up EVERYTHING. My routine, my life, my peace and quiet, my privacy and even my goddamned dog.
She's so fuckin' STUPID, she keeps referring to Tyler as "she" when he's got a dick and she's been told two million fuckin' times already that he's a BOY.
That's just how utterly fuckin' stupid and useless she is.

Man... I can't even take a piss in peace.
I went into the bathroom when I got home from work today and less than five minutes later, there SHE was, knockin' on the fuckin' door.
Lazy cunt's been here all fuckin' DAY, yet she just haaaaas to interrupt ME when I'm in there, fuckin' bitch.
Have I mentioned I hate her?

It's taking everything I have to not stab her in the face repeatedly.

"I don't mean to bother you..." (/whiney voice)

THEN DON'T!!!!!! YA FUCK!!!!!!
WADDLE OFF SOMEPLACE AND DIE!!!!!!

Gawd almighty DAMN, ya know?

If she would simply shut the FUCK up once in a fuckin' while, not even LOOK at me, let alone speak to me and keep to HERSELF, I might be able to control my temper better.
But... she doesn't.

Hell, today the minute, the very minute I walked in the door, I grabbed my bottle of Tequila Rose outta the fridge and started drinking straight from the bottle.
Then, I went out and bought another one.
Didn't have my usual grilled cheeses and soup, didn't eat SHIT... just switched right from coffee to tequila.

Yeah... it's that bad.
I hate it that much.

She's so fuckin' disgusting, annoying and useless, she may not even be here the whole "two weeks". George is ready to take her skanky ass back to Jersey NOW, if he had the funds to get there and back for his job.

Anybody wanna contribute to a "Save Stevie's Sanity" fund?
We could raise the money for him to afford to be able to get her the fuck outta here NOW.
Or, wouldja's rather contribute to my BAIL, after I kill this bitch?

I do believe he's leaning rather heavily toward taking her back next week, after he gets paid.
If he doesn't get paid next week, if he gets paid the week after that, well... me and Eric both get paid next week and we will most CERTAINLY give him however much he needs to get there and back.
We want her GONE, never to return.

George was just trying to be nice, trying to get her away from her own bullshit excuse for a life for a bit, but... that's already biting him on the ass. He also feels bad for her parents because, since getting her stupid self evicted from her apartment, she's living with them.
They're actually nice people, so I've heard.
So, he feels bad for them because of her and he feels, or felt, bad for her because he broke up with her, but, she's even fucking that up by driving him, me and Eric fuckin' nuts.

Wanna know the best time us three have had so far?
It was earlier tonight...
The lazy bitch "took a nap" for about 7 hours and all three of us were hangin' together in the living room, watching TV together, bullshittin' and having fun.
Then she woke up.
THEN she hadda come back downstairs, damn it.
That was the end of that.

Eric went to bed.
Tyler went shortly thereafter.
Then, a little later, George went to go to bed and she went with him, which was good for ME but sucks ASS for him, poor bastard.

So, here I sit, typing alla my "wanna kill her" outta me... I hope, watching some shit on MSNBC about a serial murderer.
Taking notes, too....
(You laugh... think I'm joking? If I can avoid his mistakes...)

And, Monday... oh God fuckin' help me, Monday.

Monday, George'll be gone all day working.
Eric will be outside all day working.
I'll be stuck here with this fuckhole all goddamned day, after I get done working.
She doesn't "work".
She collects every form of disability and welfare the State of New fuckin' Jersey has.
Fuckin' lazy, useless cunt.

Ya know... if I am gonna die in my early 40's like my stupid mother did, Sunday night would be FINE with me....

In four lousy days, this bitch has got me so tightly wound that at work today, I was cleaning the stalls with tears, endless tears, streaming down my face.
I was so fuckin' angry about alla this and her being in my house that I could NOT stop crying.
Just knowing I have no place to go to escape from her is making me fuckin' MENTAL.
Seriously fuckin' mental, as in "temporary insanity" as in "defense for killing her".

I want her out of my house.
I want her out of my life.
I never, ever want to see, hear about or from her ever again.

In the meantime, I also do not wanna hafta hear Eric's ex's name every 14 friggin' minutes, nor do I wanna hear the same three tired, boring-assed stories of hers, nor do I wanna be subjected to her at all.
She is every thing that's wrong with women and every kind of "for shit" woman all rolled into one 5 foot, 200 pound, toothless, inbred package.

I simply detest every iota of what, how and who she is.

The absolutely only good thing I can say about her is that she's not twins.
Thank CHRIST for small favors.

Now I understand why animals chew their own legs off to get out of traps.
I really do.

Pray for me, peoples...
I need all the help I can possibly get.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:30 AM

Comments

1 Hey Woman, hope you're OK. That totally sucks about your situtation, my suggestion is to give her "jobs" to do. Like shoveling snow, rearranging the woodpile, or sweeping the garage. I've found that most girls don't like doing "men's work"- she might want to go home then! Maybe she could be the designated cat box cleaner? Sort of to earn her keep. Changing the locks might work- just send her out to get something from the store....

Posted by: Kenna at March 05, 2006 10:56 AM (3KiXX)

2 Hey, I could send you a voodoo doll that looks like her. When she starts to grate on your nerves, hold the doll up, laugh crazily and stick pins in it.
Should freak her out enough to waddle her fat ass back to Jersey in a hurry.

Posted by: Maeve at March 06, 2006 12:25 AM (b/7xM)

3 Greyhound

Posted by: jamesoldguy at March 06, 2006 08:25 AM (s5wS/)

4 Hmm....you could do ALL of what was mentioned. Start poking pins in a doll, acting like a total freak, and giving her options of working or being subjected to a life of pins and needles (pun totally intended). Get her ass a greyhound ticket...make her sit on a bus for endless hours...and then change your locks. Change your phone number.

God, I feel for you, girl.

Posted by: Dana at March 06, 2006 02:44 PM (euBkS)

5 my therapist taught me how to smile while thinking all kind of nasty thoughts, practice it, it can really help. If not, just kill the bitch!

Posted by: livey at March 06, 2006 09:30 PM (F6vVe)






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