Tuesday, September 25, 2012

To the Bastard who married our sister.

Stephen,

 Such a simple thing I have to tell you, but because you are too simple to understand tis three-word sentence, I'll have to explain it to you. GET A JOB.

Oh, you know, the thing that your wife and my sister is working three of? One for each of your kids, I guess. Then again, she would need a fourth because of the fourth child she's carrying around: you. You are a selfish, immature child who can't take responsibility for your actions or comprehend what the person you swore to love and protect is dealing with. THREE. JOBS. Two full time, one part time, working with no sleep what-so-ever, sometimes going right from one job to the next, then having to return to a dirty house and children who still need to be bathed, fed, and changed while you're passed out on the couch from a busy day of videogaming.

What's worse, you even scold her for having so many jobs. You told her to quit her second job at good old Kmart, she did, you yelled at her for it. She got another job, and you yelled at her for it. Well, YOU sure as hell aren't making any effort to keep your house and three kids and wife fed and with a roof over your heads, so she has to wear the pants and support the family in whatever way she can. She's working herself to death, kid. Running on little to no sleep, being a mother of three kids(ages 4 and under) as well as a midnight shift manager, a waitress, and a country club worker, and then having to deal with your bullshit, it's no wonder why she looked like death when she stopped by my house this morning. Even worse, it sounded like she was coming down with bronchitis.

You buy whatever the hell you want with HER money, forget about HER children more often than not, and then treat HER like crap when she gets home. What did she do to deserve such under-appreciation? If anything you should be kissing the ground beneath her feet and you yourself should act like the proper housewife, making sure the children are fed, clean, and asleep by the time she comes home to get ready for her midnight shift. You don't even do that on most occasions.

If you won't at least give her that, then get out of her life. Give her the kids that she's busting her ass to provide for, and move with your parents to Florida. We all know that's why you won't look for a job anyway.

Go Fuck Yourself and Have a Nice Day,
Nova and Kaitylee

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